The scholars all want to train me to become a talent

fifteen points?

Is this... too low?

The homeroom teacher was full of emotions, and looked at Zhou Xing with a variety of emotions in his eyes, which made him feel terrified, and even considered [-] points?

The improvement is very good, very good.

Vice-principal Liu finished eating the buns, stuffed the garbage bag into the trash can, fumbled for a crumpled tissue from his pocket, and wiped his mouth.

The tone was a bit sad: "It's good to add five points, if you can get thirty points, it will be more perfect."

The head teacher said: "It's okay to be less than thirty, don't be less than ten, the teacher will be very relieved."

Zhou Xing twitched the corners of his mouth. This is lowering the request again and again!

Can you be strict with him?So tolerant, it seems that he is too much, especially...not good at thinking...

"I will work hard."

Zhou Xing felt that this sentence was about to become his mantra.

Vice-principal Liu and the class teacher looked at him with relief.

Zhou Xing pretended not to see them, said goodbye to them, and went up the stairs three steps at a time.

Others met love around the corner, but he almost ran into Yu Jue around the corner.

"Good morning." Zhou Xing said hello. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of an Olympiad question book in his hand. Something flashed through his mind. He smiled, "So you also have questions that you don't know. Ah? Going to ask the teacher?"

Yu Jue's expression was cold, and his voice was as cool as usual: "It's too simple, go back and change the book."

Zhou Xing:? ? ?

After Yu Jue said this, he walked around Zhou Xing lightly and went down the stairs.

Zhou Xing was full of question marks, but everyone left, so he had no choice but to go back to the classroom.

"School bully, you're here." Fu Yuanshu, Zhong Zhiming and several other bullies sat around the table. The desks were covered with homework books and exercise books. It looked like a carnival party for the bullies.

Zhou Xing nodded, and walked closer to look at the questions on the desk.

Apparently, the masters of the school were struggling with a problem, and a few of them gathered together to share their ideas for solving the problem and prepare to work together to solve it.

Zhong Zhiming did not forget to greet him: "Idol, how is your homework going?"

Zhou Xing was vague: "It's okay."

In fact, he asked his servant to help with his homework last night, because the homework of each class is different, so Zhou Xing didn't bother to ask Zhu Youpeng to calculate the answer for him.

As for how the answer came from, it was downloaded a homework helper, and the process of solving the problem was clearly listed. It was perfect and a must-have artifact for the scumbags.

In Xiao Ming's eyes, it was even more impossible for Zhou Xing to write this question, so he said, "This question, even your idol, didn't write it."

Zhou Xing: "..."

It was written and copied.

Chen Chuirui patted the empty chair, very righteously: "Come, sit here, let's solve this problem together."

Zhou Xing: "..."

Actually, I'm not very happy, can I throw the answer on your table?

"Idol, apart from this Tao, you can also take out the other ones that have not been solved, and we will teach you."

If Zhong Zhiming's words were told to someone who really wanted to learn, he might be moved to tears.

"No need, I have learned the rest from others." Zhou Xing sat on the empty chair.

He doesn't want to be a hero and say that he has the answer, otherwise the masters will ask him what he should do during the problem-solving process?Are you still playing dumb?That's so fake...

Fu Yuanshu smiled brightly: "That's really great."

Zhou Xing twitched the corner of his mouth, didn't say anything, just took out a draft paper and a pen, and listened attentively with 'no distraction'.

They spoke seriously, arguing without stopping for a second, what formula to use, whether to divide by a or b...

Zhou Xing didn't understand a single word, and his mind became even more confused.

It was really boring, so he simply stared at the electronic watch on his wrist, counting the time when the morning self-study class would come.

For some reason, the top scholars who were arguing about this question suddenly fell silent.

Zhou Xing raised his eyes strangely, and saw Yu Jue coming in with a brand new Mathematical Olympiad book.

Mathematics Olympiad, when he was in junior high school, Zhou Xing was elected by his teacher to enter the Mathematics Olympiad class, but at that time he didn't want to learn much, and he didn't study hard when he entered, and then he was quickly kicked out.

After that, he was a scumbag, and when he looked at those Olympiad questions, he felt that it was more difficult than reaching the sky.

In the quiet air, the bullies exchanged glances in private, and in Zhou Xing's eyes, they were flirting and convulsed.

In the end, Zhong Zhiming, who was the squad leader, was pushed out again.

Zhong Zhiming, who was given high hopes, swallowed mountains and rivers: "God of learning!"

Zhou Xing was taken aback by his strong foot, and he looked at Squad Leader Xiao Ming in confusion.

When Yu Jue looked over, Zhong Zhiming's aura instantly weakened, and his tongue seemed to be knotted: "Uh, that, Xueshen, uh, we can't do a problem, can you teach us? Haha... .ha..."

The sound behind was almost inaudible.

The atmosphere seemed to be frozen, there was no sound at all, and a gust of cool wind blew in, making goose bumps all over my body.

Yu Jue glanced at a few people, and his slightly hoarse voice muffled the syllables: "Yes."

Not only the masters were stunned, but even Zhou Xing was dumbfounded.

I'm going, right?

As soon as Yu Jue approached, the top students felt as if their mouths had been stitched. He looked down at the question and said, "This one?"

Receiving the attention of other top students, Zhong Zhiming quickly responded: "Yes, I'm sorry!"

Yu Jue took a pen casually, and pulled the only draft paper on the table. He explained the writing process while writing.

All the bullies listened to his lecture with ears pricked up, only Zhou Xing looked at his draft paper eagerly.

Brother, you just used my draft paper without asking for my opinion!

Naturally, Yu Jue didn't know who had the draft paper, so he directly summed up several people and asked them for advice, so it was not too much to use their draft paper.

He finished his speech very quickly, and the masters of the school just listened to it once and suddenly realized, they all looked at him gratefully and thanked him in unison.

Zhou Xing looked out of place, and Zhong Zhiming turned his head to ask him, his tone of joy could not be concealed: "Idol, do you understand?"

"No……"

He didn't listen.

Zhong Zhiming smiled gently at him with an expression that I knew, "It's okay, I'll teach you."

Zhou Xing was 'motivated with snot and tears': "Thank you, but I'd better go ask my tablemate directly, so I won't bother you."

Fu Yuanshu listened to their conversation and encouraged: "Students are so strong, you can definitely learn to be a school bully!"

Zhou Xing smiled: "My deskmate is so strong, how could I not?"

Sorry, he really can't.

Zhou Xing quickly grabbed the draft paper, and Ma Liu rolled back to his seat.

Yu Jue is writing his Olympiad problem, um, it is an enhanced version.

The problem is that he writes very smoothly, without getting stuck in his thinking, one after another.

Zhou Xing can assure you, will it be difficult if he asks him?

Yu Jue appointed to say the sentence in the corridor again: It's too simple, go back and change the book.

It seems that the enhanced version is still a piece of cake for him...

"what happened?"

Zhou Xing's gaze was so hot that Yu Jue couldn't even notice it.

Zhou Xing shook his head with a smile, and asked, "What kind of Olympiad questions can be difficult for you?"

Yu Jue looked him up and down suspiciously, paused, and said, "It's very difficult."

Zhou Xing clicked his tongue: "You answered loneliness!"

Yu Jue asked indifferently: "What about you?"

Zhou Xing said without hesitation: "The questions in the third grade of elementary school can stump me, what do you think?"

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