The music class was taken over again

Seeing the word “Jiangsu” Qiaozheng is still frightened. When I was studying, I usually do the questions. When I saw Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai, I always took a detour.

Qiao Zheng walked around Yan Ze's neck, put a yellow persimmon on the test paper, and said deeply: "I will do the first question."

Yan Ze: "..."

She has been studying the previous college entrance examination questions in various provinces for the past few days. Some questions are not of high research value, so there is no need to do it again. She only reads the last four multiple-choice questions.

Qiao Zheng asked naively: "Why don't you write, don't you know how to do it?"

"..."

"The answer is -1, 2." Qiao Zheng was quite proud.

Yan Ze spit out a sentence after a while: "It's hard for you."

Qiao Zheng was in a daze, then read on, and said, "Did you make a mistake in the third question?"

Hearing what she said, Yan Ze was shocked, and quickly turned back to the first question. As a teacher, if he made a mistake on such a simple question, he would really have to write a [-]-word self-criticism and think about it.

In plane Cartesian coordinates xoy, the hyperbola...

A question about focal length.

Yan Ze checked it carefully, "That's right."

Qiao Zheng: "Let me think about it, it's this formula, square a is equal to square b plus square c."

Yan Ze was speechless. If Qiao Zheng were her student, she would have told her to copy it twenty times. Even ellipses and hyperbolas can be confused.

"It's your fault. You haven't even reviewed the questions well, so why do you take the exam? Copy it for me..." After she finished speaking, she remembered that Qiao Zheng was not her student, and she didn't need to take the exam at all.

Qiao Zheng said with a smile: "Don't look down on me, I got more than 100 points in the math test of the college entrance examination."

After the results of the college entrance examination were released, she was also happy for a summer vacation, but she had never scored more than 100 points in the exam.

"If I get more than 100 points in the test, I will repeat it."

"What about you, how many points did you get?" Qiao Zheng was curious.

"Not very satisfied, 140 five."

Qiao Zheng: Pretending to be struck by lightning.

She didn't want to talk about this topic anymore, why did she ease the atmosphere, Qiao Zheng took out a few large pomegranates from the canvas bag.

"For you."

Yan Ze knew at a glance that she picked it at school. Can she handle this big bag? It has slender arms and legs.

Qiaozheng felt a little itchy on her arms, and several bumps swelled up on her upper and forearm arms. Her skin was already white and thin, but after being bitten by a mosquito, the bumps were particularly conspicuous.

My legs were also a little itchy, I couldn't even scratch them, and the skin broke after a few scratches.

She has been sucking mosquitoes since she was a child, and the skin of the bitten place will be broken after scratching a few times, leaving scars that take a long time to heal.

"Don't scratch it, it won't be easy if you scratch it."

"I'm itchy." Being bitten by a mosquito is really uncomfortable, and I feel uncomfortable all over. After scratching, I want to scratch again, and the scratching gets more itchy.

Her skin is fair and tender, with a small red spot, which is very eye-catching.

She moved around irritably, and accidentally knocked over the bag containing the cicadas.

……

Crash.

Hundreds of cicadas fell out rustlingly. The table, bed, and floor were full of insects crawling around, and there was no place to get their feet on the ground.

Yan Ze's face turned green on the spot.

She didn't care about crawling on her bed, and hurriedly moved the homework books of her classmates aside.

Qiaozheng was dumbfounded, and was in a hurry to clean up. She kicked and cleared out a place for her feet to stay on. Leaving nothing on the ground, she threw her bare hands on Yan Ze's bed. Putting the pillow and quilt aside, he lifted the sheet and shook it a few times, until Cicada was shaken to the ground.

Cicadas all over the floor are equally tricky.

Qiao Zheng wanted to grab them one by one into the bag, but the project was bound to be huge, so Yan Ze just took a broom and swept all the cicadas into the bag.

There are also some that fall into the corners, such as under the bed, under the table, Qiao Zheng must not let the leader condescend to catch him from under the bed, so she knelt on the ground directly, sticking up her buttocks, her white arms Stretched under the dirty bed, and caught a few caught in the net.

Getting out from under the bed, Qiao Zheng's arms were dirty.

Yan Ze said: "Go wash it, I'll take care of it."

Qiao Zheng went to wash off the dirt on her body, and when she came out, she was supple enough to be a whitening advertisement.

She smiled embarrassedly at Yan Ze: "I was wrong."

Yan Ze tied a strong knot on the bag: "Take it away."

Qiaozheng shook her head: "I'll send you off, you take it home."

The corner of Yan Ze's mouth twitched, but he didn't pick it up right away.

Qiaozheng pushed forward again, and said, "I don't have a refrigerator or a place to cook here. You can take it home and eat it. It's high in protein, and it's good for the skin."

Yan Ze doesn't really like to eat cicadas, silkworm chrysalis, etc., but his mother should like it, after all, this is the idol brand Cicada.

She took it home the next night, along with the persimmons and pomegranates.

The persimmons were still astringent, so Mama Yan said, "Go down and buy some apples and bananas to remind you."

Yan Ze: "The persimmons and pomegranates were all given by Teacher Qiao."

Yan's mother paused, and her eyes turned fiery and excited when she looked at Persimmon.

Yan Ze understood her mood very well: "You are not willing to eat, and you want me to make a specimen for you?"

Yan's mother looked at the fruit sent by idol, and was really reluctant to eat it right away, but the fruit would go bad after a long time, and she couldn't keep it no matter what.

"Leave it for a few days before eating."

"Oh, by the way, and this." Yan Ze put half a bag of cicadas into the kitchen expressionlessly, "This is also a gift from Teacher Qiao."

Yan's mother smiled from ear to ear: "Hey, Xiao Qiao is not only beautiful as a flower, but also good at singing and dancing, and also catches cicadas!"

Yan Ze said lightly: "How could she do such a thing, someone else gave it to her."

"That's a good heart, let Xiao Qiao come to eat someday."

Yan Ze did not support it: "Is there anything to please."

In the end, my mother was not happy: "It is said that the moon is the first to get the moon if you are close to the water. Your building, I think it is a tofu project."

"..."

"Isn't Xiao Qiao going home? Why doesn't she come to dance in the square?"

"The king of chess in our neighborhood, Uncle Qian, his son graduated from Peking University with a Ph.

Yan Ze quickly returned to his room: "Mom, I suddenly remembered that today I have to check my dorm and go back to school first."

"I haven't finished talking yet. Is there anyone in your school chasing her? Xiao Qiao has no shortage of suitors..."

"As a leader, you don't care about teachers..."

"Mom, this is her WeChat ID. You can add it yourself. I'll be leaving first..." Yan Ze hurried out with the key.

Although she was not on duty for the self-study tonight, and it was not her turn to check the bed, but tomorrow was the monthly exam, so she went back to see how the students were doing.

Mr. Liang Hui, who teaches Chinese, is on duty today. Mr. Liang wears black-rimmed glasses. He looks like an advanced youth in the Republic of China. He always wears elegant clothes. He looks gentle and has a very literary temperament. In fact, he His temper is not as good as it looks, but there are not as many explosive points as Lei Xueming, and his health is not very good, he will cough non-stop when he speaks in a hurry. Teacher Liang tries not to get angry, and he is not too concerned about being on duty in the evening self-study. Sitting on the podium, holding Sima Qian, Lu Xun or Mo Yan in your hands, you can maintain a posture all night.

Teacher Liang's attention is all on the book, and she doesn't stare at the students like other teachers, so when Teacher Liang is on duty, everyone feels very relaxed.

So, those who couldn't keep their mouths open began to talk secretly, those who didn't want to review took out magazines to read, and those who were brave enough put their mobile phones under the table to play games.

With the monitoring, Yan Ze didn't have to wander around in the corridor anymore. She first checked the monitoring to find out who were the brave ones, and then quietly came to the class.

Wang Chuan likes to chatter in the evening self-study, he is simply a black sheep, after harassing the same table and harassing the front table, the front table ignores and turns to the back table, the back table also joins in, the four of them make clear the discussion every day.

Yan Ze is already considering expanding this Wang Chuanliu to the southwest.

Mr. Liang, who is on duty, can't be counted on. He didn't even know he came in, so he read without distraction.

Wang Chuan and Su Qi were head to head, shrinking their heads, like two hamsters.

Yan Ze slapped Wang Chuan on the back of the head angrily.

The head teacher was not on duty tonight, Wang Chuan was not so vigilant, he thought it was the back desk, and was about to slap him back, when he looked at the head teacher with black eyes.

Wang Chuan froze on the spot, tell me this is just a dream!

The class teacher lifted his collar, and this real touch told him that the reality is so cruel.

The classmates around Wang Chuan were all in danger, and they didn't dare to show their anger, because they had all made small talk with Wang Chuan before.Boys' self-control is often not so good, and they want to interject a few words when they encounter interesting topics.

Yan Ze pointed to an empty desk in the southwest corner of the classroom, and said, "After the monthly exam, you can take any self-study classes there."

Wang Chuan begged pitifully, "Can I not go?"

"I don't like to go, do I? I don't like to come to my office for self-study. There is hot water and air conditioning, and it's quiet."

Wang Chuan: "No, no, no..."

Yan Ze: "Your goddess often comes to my office."

Wang Chuan's eyes lit up: "What?"

Yan Ze didn't speak, his eyes were calm, quietly waiting for him to make a decision.

Wang Chuan weighed the pros and cons, on the one hand, the lonely and cold classroom in the Southwest, safe and sound, on the other hand, the coexistence of beauties and beasts, thrilling and exciting.

Looking at Wang Chuan's expression, Yan Ze always felt that he made himself into something not very good.

"Teacher... I'll stay over there." He pointed to the small table that stood alone in the classroom.

"There is no room for you to choose. You know that I don't like to bargain with others. Just now I asked you to go or not. Don't talk about it now. Come to my office for self-study tomorrow." Yan Ze said forcefully.

"Ah?" Wang Chuan had a distressed face, "Then when can I go back?"

"Pass 120 in math, one week, no, two weeks."

Wang Chuan breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, he was sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment.

It was already the last class of evening self-study, Teacher Liang rubbed his temples, covered his mouth and coughed a few times.

He looked up from the book and saw Yan Ze came to class, so he stood up quickly.

"Mr. Liang, let me watch the last class. You can go back to rest early." Yan Ze saw Liang Hui holding back his cough and unable to hold on.

Teacher Liang nodded slowly and said, "Then let me say a few things first."

Tomorrow the first subject will be the Chinese test, and he will use this time to emphasize it again.

"Everyone, stop for a while. The Chinese test will be held tomorrow morning. How is your review going?"

There were sparse answers in the classroom. Apart from reading the classical Chinese and ancient poems that they had to memorize, they didn't pay much attention to it. In such a short time, everyone wanted to memorize more biochemistry and rush a few English compositions.

Teacher Liang went on to say: "What I am most worried about is your reading and composition. The reading of this poem is nothing more than image, language, expression skills, thought content, and answer templates. I have told you all. For example, let you analyze this poem. , What kind of character image did you create, do you still remember how to answer?"

Everyone was recalling their thoughts on answering the questions. Liang Hui saw that everyone was so unconfident, so he called out: "Ning Fei, tell me."

Ning Fei has a good Chinese score in the class.

She has a well-thought-out plan: "First summarize the image, then analyze it in detail with specific verses, and finally deduce it from the theme of the poem."

Teacher Liang nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, Su Qi."

Suzy looked up.

"The sand in the desert is like snow, the moon in Yanshan is like a hook, and He Dang is a golden brain, let's go to the clear autumn. Can you tell me what kind of artistic image this poem has created? Just now, classmate Ning Fei has explained the answer template, so Isn't it difficult?"

The corner of Su Qi's eyes twitched, what kind of world is this!