The scholars all want to train me to become a talent

The female student exclaimed: "School bully!"

Zhou Xing smiled dryly and waved hello: "Haha...good morning..."

Knowing this earlier, he would rather climb in a few minutes later - early climbing is impossible.

Instead of being stuck here and unable to get up and down, it is better to evacuate quickly.

Zhou Xing jumped down from the wall neatly, flicked a little dust on his shoulder with his long fingers, and smiled embarrassedly at the two: "See you later."

After saying this, Zhou Xing hurriedly wanted to run, but was frozen in place by a cold voice: "Late? Climb the wall? Stop."

Why does this person have no eyesight at all?He left room for them to solve it, and he hasn't replied to the female student yet!Why did you focus on him? !

"Let's go back to the classroom and talk about something?" Zhou Xing cast his eyes on the female student, hinting frantically.

Yu Jue frowned slightly, and his eyes fell on the female student. He didn't need to say anything, the female student understood.

She mustered up the greatest courage in her life to confess to Yu Jue. Although she knew that the probability of him agreeing was terribly low, she wanted to give it a try.

What if?

It doesn't matter if you fail, as long as you get what you want, you will be satisfied.

With reddened eyes, the female student said quickly, I understand, and then ran away.

After the person ran away, Zhou Xing turned around and scolded Yu Jue: "At the same table, you are too much, you don't even want to say no, it makes the little girl feel so sad."

Yu Jue didn't talk nonsense to him: "Let's go."

"Ah? Where to go?"

Yu Jue: "The office."

Zhou Xing picked up the poor bread, wiped off the dust, and followed Yu Jue, feeling sorry for the flattened bread: "Ah...my breakfast...fortunately it wasn't milk falling from the sky."

Once again, Zhou Xing will choose not to come to school directly, so that he won't climb the wall, and won't run into that bastard at his desk.

This is the second time Zhou Xing was sent to the office to do homework because of Yu Jue.

I endured it the first time, can I bear it the second time?

Forbearance... whoever called the disciplinary committee member is an idiot Yu Jue.

The homeroom teacher was drinking wolfberry tea, talking with him about the principles of life, looking at the densely packed topics in front of him, Zhou Xing was anxious to see, upset to hear, and blocked him: "Teacher, I have to do my homework, can we talk later? "

Class teacher: "Student Zhou Xing, the teacher like you is very happy now, you really are willing to study."

Zhou Xing was helpless, and perfunctorily murmured.

A set of questions, Zhou Xing failed to pass seven or eight times, either that or this mistake.

The head teacher was teaching beside him, and he was helpless with Zhou Xing, so he had to talk about it from the most basic.

Zhou Xing also wanted to leave very much, so he studied hard and finished writing the questions.

When he stretched his arms and legs and was about to leave, the class teacher said: "Sometimes, one should not take hard work too seriously, and don't be afraid of setbacks, just get up."

Zhou Xing was at a loss.

When he returned to the classroom, he understood what the head teacher meant.

On the desk was the unit test paper that was taken a few days ago, Zhou Xing casually looked at his score.

30 points for Chinese, 10 points for mathematics, 21 points for English, 15 points for chemistry, 22 points for physics...

Looking at it from the side, it was appalling.

It would be fine if he usually passed the exam like this, the problem is that this is the result of his exam under the guidance of the top students.

His grades haven't changed at all, no, it's even worse. He used to get 25 points in mathematics, but now it's directly regressed to 10 points.

It's no wonder that the head teacher said that to him, after all, he has been particularly diligent recently.If you pass the exam like this, normal people will be autistic, or even unable to stand up.

Zhong Zhiming, the No. 35 Xueba who tutored him, fell into despair. He thought that his idol's chemistry this time could score [-] points at least at the worst.

Unexpectedly, there were only 15 points!

Squad leader Xiao Ming is facing unprecedented sadness and self-doubt.

Compared with him, Xueba No. [-] Fu Yuanshu is more autistic. Although his grades are not among those who are particularly good in the class, he is still the best when thrown out of the class.

Zhou Xing, who is the last one in the teaching grade, is more than enough, and there is no problem with bringing a few tens.

But... 10 points, why is it still regressing...

All the masters looked at Zhou Xing's report card and fell into deep thought. Only Zhou Xing wanted to set off fireworks for himself to celebrate.

He did really well in the exam this time!

During the class, the teacher kept explaining the questions on the test paper, finding out the difficult ones and wrong ones. Yu Jue was always praised, and Zhou Xing was always criticized.

Later, the teacher was tired of talking, and the rest of the time was for the masters to learn from each other and discuss topics.

The god of learning next to him didn't need to discuss learning, Zhou Xing was considered leisurely, writing and drawing on the book with a pen.

But he didn't realize that he was seriously lacking in learning.

Yu Jue pulled back Zhou Xing's playful heart, grabbed his test paper, browsed through it, and said, "Give me the calculation of this one."

Zhou Xing looked at the red crosses all over the place, pursed his lips and said, "I won't."

He looked up at Yu Jue and raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to teach me?"

Yu Jue said 'yes' both inside and outside the words: "Yeah."

What he was pointing at was a wrong question, Zhou Xing didn't know what he was thinking, and even picked him to calculate wrongly and asked him to calculate, isn't this just looking for abuse?

Ever since the top students joined the 'industry' of tutoring him, Yu Jue has gradually faded out.

Zhou Xing shrugged, picked up a pen, and did the calculations under Yu Jue's gaze.

As soon as he wrote, Yu Jue interrupted him coldly: "Wrong."

Zhou Xing raised his eyebrows, threw the pen away in anger, and said, "You can't pick me, it's not bad."

Yu Jue's indifferent glazed eyes fixedly stared at him, and after a few seconds, he picked up a pen and tapped on the draft paper: "You see, I'll figure it out."

Zhou Xing rested his chin, squinted his eyes and smiled, his cheeks dimpled slightly: "Okay."

The title of Xue□□ is not for nothing. Yu Jue has a clear idea of ​​the questions, and he can explain the difficult questions in an easy-to-understand manner.

This made Zhou Xing amazed.

Zhou Xing was originally fascinated by his lectures, but gradually, his eyes grew full of depression and his hands went up.

The hands are long and slender, with few wrinkles at the joints, and they are fair. Hands like this are especially suitable for playing the piano.

Of course, there is no charm in writing the title.

In the classroom, there are subtle conversations, the breeze blowing the curtains, the friction between paper and pen, and more of Yu Jue's cold and calm voice like a glacier.

"Understood?" Yu Jue asked.

Zhou Xing withdrew his hand and quickly responded: "Yeah."

Yu Jue said, "You do the math."

Zhou Xing responded immediately, and counted confidently.

He seems to have been opened up to the two veins of Ren and Du, and he writes like a god, and finishes his calculations in a hurry.

Yu Jue's brows were getting more and more wrinkled, almost becoming the word 'Chuan'.

"Okay!" Zhou Xing looked at Yu Jue with a smile, waiting for an answer.

Yu Jueshu raised his eyebrows and pointed to a place: "Where did this 54 come from?"

Zhou Xing took it for granted, "5 times 9 equals 54."

Yu Jue's expression became unusually complicated: "5 times 9 equals 45..."

The multiplication formula in the second grade of primary school, how could it be wrong in the second grade of high school?

"Then I made a mistake." Zhou Xing put away his smiling face, feeling quite sentimental: "I can't help it, I will recite the multiplication formula once and forget it once."

I don't know why, but Zhou Xing could see a mental retardation in Yu Jue's plain glazed eyes as usual.