Five years simulation three years first

8:00 a.m., New Western Learning Counseling Center.

This is the largest tutoring center in the whole D city. It has all kinds of training for elementary school, high school and even adult test. It is said that next year there will be a training ground for those who apply for the motor vehicle driver's license test.Including hundreds of famous teachers, it can meet the tricky and weird requirements of parents one by one.

Feng Zhou stepped on the floor tiles of Xinxixi that were cleaner than his face, and stepped into the classroom of the physics trial class 5 minutes earlier.

His hair is slightly curly, his complexion is fair, his eyes are hidden under the lens, and he looks a bit delicate and bookish. His clothes are buttoned to the top one meticulously, like a tightly packed container.

The container looked at a room full of people, slightly pushed the round-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and walked towards a corner.

"Damn, why is it him?"

A boy sitting in the second row heard the national curse blurted out by his deskmate, and poked his head full of gossip: "Who is he?"

The deskmate lowered his voice, pretending to be mysterious and said: "Have you heard that the number one in the National Talent Cup was in our city two years ago?"

The boy nodded: "Of course I've heard of it. Could it be that he is..."

The deskmate squinted his eyes, with a meaningful expression on his face: "That's right, he is the number one in the country in the Talent Cup back then, and I happen to be his classmate in junior high school."

"Then isn't this kind of academic bully difficult to get along with?"

"It's not just difficult to get along with." The deskmate seemed to recall some bad memories, and smiled strangely, "He is simply a monster."

The physics teacher stepped on the class bell and entered the classroom.He was an artistic young man with a small mustache, and his sleeves were rolled up to the elbows and neatly tied in knots.He clapped his hands to wake up the students who were still sleepwalking with Duke Zhou, and hurriedly turned on the projector to start the lecture.

Today I’m going to talk about the most difficult 3-5 in high school. Some people may not understand the seemingly simple momentum theorem even after graduating from high school.The school specially asked him to put this class in the trial class, intending to give the parents and students present a warning: look at the difficulty of high school physics, it is absolutely impossible not to register for the class!

Sure enough, after the class lasted for 10 minutes, the parents who accompanied the class fell asleep first, and many students were also dim-eyed, and they might not even know where the book was turned.The physics teacher emotionally finished a last year's college entrance examination finale question, and threw the chalk into the chalk box.

He picked up the big enamel teacup and took a sip. He was about to go down to see how the students were tidying up. When he looked up, he found an arm standing upright in the crowd, standing out from the crowd and being particularly conspicuous.

"Teacher, I have a problem."

The physics teacher was taken aback: "Is there something wrong with what I said?"

Feng Zhou took a piece of paper and stood up: "No, teacher, I have a problem. You used kinematics formulas to deduce the initial velocity in this problem. You have to list five equations, and the corner marks are very complicated. But I just used three After doing the method again, I think the image method is the best."

The physics teacher retorted him: "But if you want to use the image method, you have to establish a relative motion system, which seems to be a little difficult for the students."

The parents who were sleeping in the back were all woken up by his tossing, and all looked at Feng Zhou in unison.

Feng Zhou tilted his head, and turned a page of the paper in his hand: "The answer to question No. 13 in the book "The Finale of the College Entrance Examination" on the market before gave this solution, so it means that in the eyes of the examiner, Iconography is also one of the skills to master.”

This physics teacher was a well-known "strict teacher" before he was recruited to New Western. He was known for beating students. He has never failed in teaching for five years. No student has ever dared to question him like this in front of everyone.

He was very upset at the moment, and he became angry when he spoke: "This classmate dares to question the teacher so much, he must know more than the teacher. The teacher is so ignorant, there is no room for you here, why don't you hire someone else?"

Feng Zhou shook his head: "It may not be possible to invite Gao Ming. I just questioned the teacher's method of solving the problem. I want to discuss it rationally. I don't mean to steal your job. If you allow me, can I go up and demonstrate for a while?"

The physics teacher saw that he was advancing instead of retreating, and said to himself, let me see what flowers your monkey grandson can find on my Wuzhi Mountain. Immediately, he slapped the triangular ruler on the table, bent down and stretched out his hand: "Please."

Feng Zhou was not polite to him, and strode up to the podium.He reached out to take a good piece of chalk, pinched his thumb and forefinger to roughly measure the length, snapped it into two pieces with a precise "click" in the middle, and then cheerfully drew a coordinate system on the blackboard, occasionally looking down at it Scratch paper, chanting nouns that only he can hear clearly.

The physics teacher was left on the sidelines, feeling the embarrassing breath, like the herbal tea he just drank, radiated into every pore, exuding a trace of coolness.

Feng Zhou breathed a sigh of relief after writing the last number, took two steps back and looked at the blackboard, wiped out some letters that seemed to be written unpleasantly, and re-wrote them, then turned to look at the physics teacher.

The physics teacher quickly came back to his senses: "Let me see if your method is right..."

He choked up looking at the writing on the blackboard.

On the blackboard is a typical "Feng Zhou-style problem-solving template", and all the formulas are used properly without any cumbersomeness.The organization is clear, the thinking is clear, and even the words at the beginning of each line are neatly aligned. It is a straight line, which is very beautiful. It is hard not to feel that Feng Zhou has a ruler in his eyes. Kazi writes.

Are you fucking a printer?

There was a commotion in the back row, and the flashing lights of mobile phones came and went. It was the parents who took the time to take pictures of Feng Zhou's writing on the blackboard, which made the physics teacher's already shaky confidence even worse.

"Teacher, is there something wrong with my problem-solving process?"

Feng Zhou's voice rang in his ears, without any emotion, like a god of death urging him to die.The physics teacher said too much before, and it is absolutely impossible to boast, but Feng Zhou's writing process really cannot be criticized.

Fortunately, the bell for the end of get out of class rescued him. He was about to announce the end of get out of class with a green face when suddenly a hand stretched out to touch his face.

Workplace sex丨harassment丨harassment?

He stared at Feng Zhou holding something and moving his hand away from his shoulder.Feng Zhou seemed to have noticed his expression, smiled at him with sincere eyes, and stretched out his hand to him: "Teacher, there is a thread, I will help you take it off."

The physics teacher rolled and crawled out of the classroom like a ghost.The boy who asked the question before stared at Feng Zhou who Shi Shiran walked back to his seat from the podium: "Is this the max version of Xueba? Isn't it too awesome?"

Many parents have already traveled across the sea to ask for Feng Zhou's contact information, hoping that Xueba can give advice to their children.Feng Zhou seemed to have anticipated this situation a long time ago. He opened QQ directly, revealed the QR code and placed it on the table for them to scan by themselves, and lowered their heads to pack their schoolbags.

The person sitting behind the boy watched him stretch his neck and glanced back, and suddenly said, "Didn't you come a few days ago?"

"This fairy has been wandering around in various trial classes since the holiday. This is the fourth teacher he has left in anger."

The person in charge of the trial class took a stack of parent opinion survey sheets to the classroom to distribute, and bumped into the physics teacher who was so intent on fleeing the classroom.The survey sheets were scattered all over the floor, and he scolded the physics teacher for being inexplicable while squatting on the ground to pick up the sheets.

"what happened?"

The person in charge quickly turned around, and put on a smiling face as if changing his face: "Master Yu."

Yu Shaochun walked slowly from not far away with his hands in his pockets, bent down and picked up a questionnaire and handed it to the person in charge, and also looked at the physics teacher who had fled far away: "Did he see a ghost?"

The teaching assistant of the trial class happened to pass by, heard the conversation between the two, and went up to gossip mysteriously: "That fairy is here again."

immortal?

The person in charge was a little puzzled, he looked up, and saw Yu Shaochun, who was still smiling just now, his face darkened, and the bubbles blown from the chewing gum on his mouth were unintentionally hit, and his face was shattered with a "pop".

Feng Zhou came out of the classroom.He glanced at his watch, held his head high, and was about to go directly to the stairs without looking sideways, but he was attracted by a bright orange not far away.

Like the sun, it's too dazzling.

He looked along the bright orange, and happened to bump into a pair of peach blossom eyes that were always smiling, looking forward to the beauty.

flower peacock.

Feng Zhou made a rare slander, and then said indifferently: "Your hat is crooked."

Yu Shaochun looked unhappy: "Do you live by the sea? It's so wide."

Feng Zhou was silent for a while, and corrected him: "I live in Zhongshan Garden, not the seaside."

Yu Shaochun was choked by him: "Why don't you study at home during the holidays and come here every day to show off your superiority, year, grade, first, first? Are you afraid that I will pass the exam next time?"

"Is your family here?" Feng Zhou glanced at him, "You are in charge, no wonder you have always been the second child in ten thousand years, and you can't surpass me in ten questions."

"ill."

"Aren't you my patient?"

Neither of the two took advantage of the other, with "It's a bad luck to see you" written all over their faces.

Feng Zhou said for a long time that he didn't see Yu Shaochun intending to straighten his hat. He sighed lightly, grabbed his trouser line twice with his right hand, and seemed to hold back the idea of ​​helping him straighten his hat. He pursed his lips and glared at Yu Shaochun. He glanced at his hat, turned his head and left.

Several parents chased after him and asked the person in charge, "Is the student who just walked over also a student of our New West?"

"Can our children learn such results in New Western?"

"My child always doesn't like to study. After class, he said that he was so handsome by that classmate just now. When he gets home, he has to work hard to do ten pages of "Crazy Practice with Small Problems". Do you have the contact information of this classmate? I want to thank him."

Should he thank Feng Zhou for advertising New Western by mistake, or should Feng Zhou be speechless and leave the four teachers in a rage for a week?

The teaching assistant has never encountered such a situation, and he cautiously leads enthusiastic parents to the consultation office to fill in specific needs.

The person in charge finally picked up the survey form all over the place, and asked Yu Shaochun, who had been keeping a dark face next to him, "Does Young Master Yu know that classmate just now?"

"It's more than acquaintance." Yu Shaochun straightened his hat forward and gritted his teeth. "It's almost too familiar."

The person in charge slapped his head, remembering that he had seen Yu Shaochun lose his temper a few days ago, so he asked cautiously: "Is this student the one I mentioned before... the first grader in your school?"

Yu Shaochun narrowed his eyes and looked at the place where Feng Zhou left, as if talking to himself: "It's such a pity for that face."

"What did you say, master?"

"It's nothing." Yu Shaochun turned his head and looked at the person in charge in front of him with a pleasing expression. "Let's discuss it. Can you stop calling me young master? You haven't graduated from secondary school, have you?"

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