After being marked by the school grass hero

The next day

"Hmm...don't worry about it, and hate it. At this time...silence speaks louder than sound."

Duan Wei held the book with his back to himself, looked up at the ceiling, and finally squeezed out a few lines of poetry. This is the task left by Lao Tan today, and he can't go home if he doesn't finish it.

As for Fu Duqiu sitting opposite, he ignored the book Duan Wei held in front of him, and just stared at Duan Wei lightly with a pair of eyes.But even so, when Duan Wei made a mistake, he was still able to interrupt it accurately.

Duan Wei didn't want to be scrutinized by his eyes all the time, so he raised his head and recited while recalling, like rolling his eyes at Fu Duqiu.

"Silver bottle."

After a long silence, Fu Duqiu saw that he couldn't hold back the next sentence, so he reminded him.

"The silver bottle... the silver bottle broke and the water burst out..." Duan Wei pondered for a long time, and asked tentatively, "Flying down three thousand feet?"

Fu Duqiu: "..."

At this moment, Duan Wei was stunned for a moment.He saw a person walking behind Fu Duqiu, holding a book in one hand, and a pen and paper in the other, on which was written: Iron cavalry with protruding swords and guns.

It was Peng Yan.

After such a reminder, Duan Wei finally choked out the next sentence.But for the scumbags, if they can't learn it, they can't learn it. It won't be because of such a reminder, the following will be as smooth as Dove.

Stumbling to the back, Fu Duqiu finally couldn't help frowning, turned sideways and took out the paper, and said, "Read for an hour, then come and memorize it."

Hearing this, Duan Wei closed the book, scolded Fu Duqiu in his heart for a while, then turned around and continued to forcefully input knowledge into his brain.

After his argument last night, Qiao Ying finally let go, and promised him that he would get [-] points in this monthly exam, and then return the pad and mobile phone to him.

But just such a simple "Pipa Xing" made him memorize it from morning to noon. While his memory was confused, he had to endure Fu Duqiu's faint smile.

As the team leader, Fu Duqiu is a typical ruthless and selfless person. At first Duan Weiwei thought that he was avenging his own personal revenge, but later found out that Fu Duqiu treated every team member "equally". will be rejected immediately.

Coupled with the oppressive aura of a top student all over his body, several team members trembled and dared not look into Fu Duqiu's eyes when they were reciting.

Hateful, too hateful.

He sighed for a long time, put the Chinese paper aside, and took out the unfinished math problem.In fact, for Duan Wei, he can barely memorize Chinese history and the like, but the most difficult thing now is mathematics.

On the exercise book on the table stood several arithmetic problems that he hadn't been able to solve for a long time. Duan Wei lowered his head, stared at all kinds of familiar and unfamiliar symbols on it, and finally buried his face into the book.

He thinks that Nokia is also very good, resistant to falling and beating.

At this moment, the bell for the end of get out of class rang on time, and the students who had been studying in the classroom for nearly a day dispersed in a flash, those who basked in the sun, those who played games, and only Duan was the only one sitting in the classroom with an exercise book. The question is trying to write a pattern.

So when Peng Yan turned around, his eyes almost popped out:

"Brother Duan, I wanted to ask you yesterday, why have you suddenly...repented?"

Duan Wei flattened the exercise book, glanced at him and said, "I promise my mother that I will advance one hundred in this monthly exam."

As a good friend since childhood, Peng Yan naturally knew that Qiao Ying was a powerful presence in Duan Wei's house, so he nodded with a clear face: "Understood, I thought you were going to be in the top three for love. "

"?? What the hell?" Duan Wei was puzzled.

Peng Yan didn't answer, he said "hey" and his eyes fell on Duan Wei's booklet.At this time, the workbook lying in front of Duan Wei was clean and white. There were four math problems in total, and the word "solution" was written under each one, and he never started to write again.

After pondering for a while, Peng Yan couldn't help but said, "Brother Duan, why don't you cheat?"

Duan Wei: "...Go to hell."

"I don't think it's realistic for you to do this at all." At this time, Ba sitting next to Peng Yan turned his head and said softly beside him, "The monthly exam will be held the day after tomorrow. If you write so many questions one by one, you will be considered a student." Leonhard couldn't finish it while he was alive."

"Huh what?" Duan Wei frowned.

ba: "..."

In fact, Duan Wei thinks what he said is also reasonable, the time is too short, and there are so many subjects, there are very few things that can be remembered, let alone mathematics that cannot be accelerated in a short period of time.

So he scratched his head and looked at Ba, "Do you have a solution?"

The other party nodded. These days he could clearly feel that Duan Wei seemed to be a different person, and his temper was getting better and better. He even gave Li Shao a bad temper before, so he relaxed a little when he spoke: "The monthly exam paper They are all the questions in the revised exercise book, why don't you find a top student to highlight the key points for you, and you might bet on the right question by then, it's better than squeezing toothpaste here."

"This is not bad." Peng Yan spoke beside him.

Hearing this, Duan Wei frowned subconsciously, and after thinking carefully for a while, he said, "Is this reliable? If I don't hit a single question by then, wouldn't I have to hand in a blank paper?"

As soon as the words were finished, Peng Yan picked up the exercise book he was pressing under his elbows and shook it open gently, pointing to the words on it and said: "Then you can just hand it in like this, maybe the teacher will give it to you because of your solution. The sense of ceremony gives you a little more points."

"..."

Duan Wei hesitated to speak, looked at the big questions on the brochure, and felt that this method is indeed feasible, "Then who should I ask to highlight the key points?"

"There is a great god sitting next to you," Ba looked at him as a matter of course, "It would be better to find Fu Duqiu."

"No!" Peng Yan immediately stopped: "No!!"

ba asked: "Why?"

Peng Yan held back for a long time without saying a word. For some reason, as soon as he imagined the scene where Duan Wei was looking for Fu Duqiu to draw the key point, an idiom immediately popped up in his mind-sheep into the tiger's mouth.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Duan Wei was also looking for the feasibility of Fu Duqiu's focus. In fact, apart from other things, the most important thing was his face.

After all, he was ridiculed by Fu Duqiu yesterday.

But it seems that apart from Fu Duqiu, there is no better candidate.

The class bell rang slowly at this moment. This class was self-study, and everyone sat in their seats, taking out the unfinished test questions of the previous class and working hard.

Duan Wei looked at Fu Duqiu who had just been seated next to him, and after thinking for a while, he made up his mind, and said with a flattering smile: "The team leader..."

Hearing the sound, Fu Duqiu slowly turned his face to the side, and saw Duan Wei, who had the expression of wanting to eat himself before, looking up at his direction, with a math exercise book in his hand, his face full of earnestness.

"You can't go home after reciting, don't try to fool me." Before Duan Wei could speak, he refused mercilessly.

Duan Wei clicked his tongue lightly, shook his head when he heard the words, and put the math workbook on Fu Duqiu's desk, "Xueba, can you circle the key points for me?"

Ba and Peng Yan, who were sitting in front, were paying attention to the movements of the table behind.

Fu Duqiu glanced at him, picked up the exercise book and turned a few pages, then met Duan Wei's almost pleading gaze, and said softly, "I don't know the point."

"?" Duan Wei thought that Fu Duqiu didn't want to help him, so he refused, so he said persistently: "Impossible, you just pick the questions you think you will get in the exam, and just circle them for me."

Seeing that he would never give up until he got some benefits, Fu Duqiu took out his math workbook from the desk and said, "Look at it, circle what you think is the key point."

Maybe it's because there is a generation gap between top students and scumbags, Fu Duqiu can't understand Duan Wei's words, and Duan Wei can't understand his words either.

Fu Duqiu's exercise book lay quietly on the table, Duan Wei felt that it was useless, so he flipped through a few pages and was instantly dumbfounded.

This workbook was handed out at the beginning of school. It was an assignment assigned by the math teacher for evening self-study. It was required to write the specified number of pages before the monthly exam, and the exam would also cover the above topics.

But Fu Duqiu, a transfer student who rushed in halfway, caught up with the progress in the exercise book in less than half a month, and even wrote several pages of knowledge that he hadn't learned before.

Looking at Fu Duqiu's calm expression, Duan Wei was sure that the other party wasn't trying to show off to him on purpose, so he picked up two exercise books, flipped through a few pages, and prepared to transcribe.

"Are you planning to just copy like this?" Fu Duqiu asked from the side.

"That's right," Duan Wei said, "Just memorize it."

Hearing this, Fu Duqiu frowned, looked at Duan Wei and said, "You don't think you can solve the problem after memorizing it, do you?"

"..." Duan Wei really thought so.

Seeing this, Fu Duqiu took the exercise book in Duan Wei's hand, opened it and saw a question that Duan Wei had memorized before, glanced roughly at the question, wrote a few strokes on the draft paper, and then moved the notebook to In front of Duan Wei.

"Solve the problem." Fu Duqiu said concisely.

Duan Wei looked at the topic on the table, and the scumbag's desire to express was inexplicably aroused. He picked up a pen and wrote the word "jie" with great momentum, and then carefully read the topic verbatim.

Just as he thought, he memorized the answer to this question, but Fu Duqiu changed a few numbers, he can do it!

After ten minutes passed, he finally started to write.

Peng Yan who was sitting in front had been curious for a long time and looked behind him.

Duan Wei clicked a colon after Jiezi and put down the pen.

Peng Yan: ...

"Team leader..." Duan Wei turned sideways, grabbed Fu Duqiu's clothes and begged, "Help me!"

The smell of pheromone quickly filled Fu Duqiu's nasal cavity when he approached. When he lowered his head, he saw Duan Wei frowning and looking at him pitifully.

If it wasn't for the strong thirst for knowledge in his eyes, it would seem like some kind of hint.

He looked away and said, "What good am I?"

Hearing this, Peng Yan, who was sitting in front of him, felt a thump in his heart, and he knew that Fu Duqiu had a problem!

Before he could speak, Duan Wei in the back seat saw Fu Duqiu's half-written self-criticism on his desk, remembered that the day after tomorrow would be Monday, and immediately answered the question: "I'll write you a self-criticism, how about it?"

Seeing that Fu Duqiu hesitated for a while, he immediately said: "I am a master at writing the self-criticism. It can make the school leaders deeply feel the remorse, and it can also make the students who listen to the self-criticism feel like they are there and tear up!"

"All right." Fu Duqiu didn't intend to make things difficult for him, so he took a look at him and agreed.

He took the draft paper, wrote a few math questions on it that he thought were the most basic, and handed it to Duan Wei.

After Duan Wei took it, he thought for a long time. He was not good at mathematics. In reality, he was not good at mathematics in the college entrance examination.

He held the pen in silence for a long time, and finally wrote a few calculation formulas and handed them to Fu Duqiu.

"You have to set the investment as x million first, set the profit of product A as f(x) million, and set the profit of product B as g(x) million."

Fu Duqiu crossed out all the answers written by Duan Wei just now, and took a pencil to point here and then there.

Duan Wei's eyes followed his pen tip and ran around on the draft paper, and he still nodded his head in response: "Mmm...mm...mmmm..."

"What about this? A invested x ten thousand yuan, how much did B invest?" Fu Duqiu looked up at Duan Wei.

Hearing this, Duan Wei looked at the draft paper seriously, narrowed his eyes, and then pretended to put his glasses on the bridge of his nose. After pondering for a long time, he came to a conclusion: "y?"

Fu Duqiu put down his pen and looked up at him: "Where did y come from?"

"Well... just here." Duan Wei's voice became smaller and smaller.

Fu Duqiu's eyes stayed on Duan Wei's face for a long time, and finally heaved a long sigh of relief, and explained the idea of ​​solving the problem from beginning to end, which attracted several students nearby to look over.

In the end, he wrote the answer on the draft paper, and looked sideways at Duan Wei beside him.

And half of the other party's head was put on his right arm, and the hair on the top of his head, which was raised up in sleep, was drooping not far from his chin, and was slightly swayed by the wind.

"Understood?" Xueba Fu Duqiu stared at Duan Wei.

Duan Wei sat up slowly, pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said seriously: "Our direction is wrong."

"What?" Fu Duqiu put down his pen.

"I think, if you compare the topic of the lecture to noodles, then what you are discussing with me is how to cook the noodles."

"Well," Fu Duqiu nodded in agreement, "so?"

Duan Wei paused, pondered for a while and said, "But I think I'm still stuck at the stage of how to make a face."

"..."

After finishing speaking, Duan Wei took the draft paper that Fu Duqiu had just finished writing the answer, and said, "How about you teach me, why do you use this formula? Does this formula... have any charm? Why do you just see it at a glance? Spotted it?"

The atmosphere in the classroom was originally as quiet as a chicken, but because of this sentence, laughter gradually spread one after another.

Hearing that Fu Duqiu didn't speak, he took his draft paper from Duan Wei, and said calmly: "It's not about making noodles, I think you should start by planting wheat in the field."