The big brother's wife is actually a rich and powerful young master

No. [-] Middle School will always have a full number of days off during the holidays. Unlike other schools that cram-feed extra classes and practice, No. [-] Middle School has enough confidence in its students. No matter where they are, No. [-] Middle School students will study on their own initiative.

Of course, except for those who rely on their families to come to No. [-] Middle School to study.

When Wang Qin, the head teacher, led Yan Qing into Class [-] of the third year, he could hear the laughter of the students from afar.

She walked in the door with a straight face, and the noisy classroom immediately fell silent.

Wang Qin looked at his students with satisfaction, and waved to the people outside the door: "Everyone, welcome our old classmate Yan Qing!"

Yan Qing walked into this strange yet familiar classroom with his head down, looked at the classmates who were staring at him in the classroom, and showed a nervous smile.

He began to ask for leave intermittently from the first year of high school, and even dropped out of school directly in the second year of high school, and he didn't get along with his classmates for a long time.

And Yan Qing, who entered school as the first student, is also regarded by the teachers of each class as "modern Zhongyong". Although he does not often appear in class, his "fame spreads far and wide".

"Hi everyone, I'm Yan Qing."

Wang Qin was the first to applaud, so there was sparse applause in the class: "Okay, Yan Qing, you can sit at the last table. Our class arranges seats according to scores, and we can change seats after the monthly exam."

"Teacher, are you sure he can change seats?" A sharp voice sounded.

Yan Qing was walking towards the last table, when he looked back, it was a boy sitting at the first table.

The man had bright blonde hair dyed and a golden stud on his ear. He looked impetuous and arrogant.

Yan Qing couldn't find a name that matched that person in his memory, so he knew that this person was a transfer student, so he didn't take it seriously, put away his schoolbag, and sat at the last table frankly.

"Lin Xingyi, Yan Qing was No.1 when he entered school, so don't look down on him."

Wang Qin is the teacher in charge of the class and knows Yan Qing's situation best. Like other teachers, she sighs at Yan Qing's experience.

Lin Xingyi supported his head with one hand, and glanced back at Yan Qing who was sitting upright on the seat: "Now we are in the third year of high school, who will remember the champion in the first year of high school?"

Yan Qing raised his eyes, met Lin Xingyi's rivalry gaze, curled the corner of his mouth, and responded softly, "Then we'll see you in the examination room."

"Hmph." Lin Xingyi turned around in a muffled voice, feeling bored.

Sitting next to him was Gao Shu, the monitor of Class [-] of Senior Three. Seeing the tense atmosphere between the two, she slapped Lin Xingyi hard: "What are you doing? Bullying people just returned to school?"

"How am I bullying him?" Lin Xingyi blocked Gao Shu's attacking fist, "Didn't you hear? He only came to ten classes in total in the first and second grades of high school. This kind of person is tired of studying and dragging himself down. What if we bring all the students in our class into trouble?"

Everyone knows Yan Qing's deeds, Gao Shu couldn't help frowning and looking back after hearing this: "No way, I think he looks very good..."

"There are two kinds of people before and after. Look at his stupid look, how could he be the number one in the high school entrance examination?"

"Aren't you still number one in your age group?"

Yan Qing sat at the last table and couldn't hear the whispers of the two people at the first table. After Wang Qin brought him in, the class began, and he hurriedly took out his books.

Sitting next to Yan Qing was a second-generation patriarch who was fooling around. He was sleeping soundly, and only after he was woken up by the ringing of the bell did he realize that there was someone else beside him.

"Hey, classmate, you were also pushed in by your parents?" The second generation ancestor stretched out his round fingers like green onions, and touched Yan Qing's book.

Yan Qing raised his eyes and looked at the little chubby man in front of him in surprise, thinking that Yin Sheng helped him to go through the formalities for returning to school, so he nodded: "It's not parents, it's a family member."

"Hey, it's about the same." Xiao Pangdun looked for the textbook in the desk drawer. He couldn't find it for a long time, but he still said with a smile, "My name is Gong He, and I am the Dinghai Needle God of this class."

Yan Qing was amused by Gong He's optimism, and spread out the book: "My name is Yan Qing."

He looked at Gong He for a long time but couldn't find the book, so he moved his book to the middle: "You didn't bring the book? Let's read it together."

"That's a good relationship!" Gong He glanced at Wang Qin, who was doing good deeds on the podium, "It's lucky to have you, otherwise Miejue Shitai would ask me to go out and stand for punishment."

It seems that this class is a small rivers and lakes, everyone has a famous nickname.Yan Qing smiled and pushed the book towards Gong Hena, and took out his notebook.

His notebook was full of words, Gong He squinted at it, and couldn't help turning the book to the next two pages: "You, have you read this far?"

"The third year of high school is spent reviewing. Haven't you learned this book?" Yan Qing asked Gong He suspiciously.

Gong He pulled out an awkward smile, he really didn't know.

"Gong He! Gossip is not allowed in class!" Wang Qin aimed at the last table, threw a chalk tip over, and landed precisely on Gong He's forehead.

Gong He covered his forehead, looked at Wang Qin with pursed mouth, and made a face with Yan Qing.

Yan Qing quickly sat up straight, showing a helpless smile to Gong He.

At the end of a class, Yan Qing felt as if he had found a treasure, and his notebook had already filled a page.But Gong He didn't write a word, he touched his forehead and sighed.

"What's wrong with you?" Yan Qing couldn't help looking at Gong He.

Gong He took out a wrinkled math paper from the drawer: "The next class is Tianshan Child Elder's math class, I handed in a blank paper in the last class test, and she asked me to solve the last big problem on the blackboard in the next class !"

After finishing speaking, Gong He hugged his head and sighed: "She is simply crazy!"

"Gong He, the math teacher asked you to choose between giving papers and not sleeping in class. You chose it yourself." Gao Shu walked up to the two of them and spread her palms, "What about homework?"

"I didn't do it, don't bother me." Gong He replied angrily to Gao Shu.

"Hey? I'll tell the teacher!"

Yan Qing ignored the quarrel between them, but slowly took Gong He's paper, picked up the pen and wrote down.

Gao Shu was still arguing with Gong He about homework, and accidentally turned around and bumped into Yan Qing's shoulder. She was about to apologize when she saw that Yan Qing had filled in the blank part of the last question.

"Eh?"

Gao Shu shook off Gong He's hand that was about to steal the homework, and widened her eyes: "You, have you done this question?"

"Are you talking about this type of question? I have done it many times." Yan Qing looked up calmly, with a little doubt in his eyes, "Isn't it very common?"

Gao Shu's face was stiff, and she didn't know what to say to him: "Only Lin Xingyi did this question in the whole grade. Do you think it's common?"

This paper was only sent out yesterday, and she only knew the answer after seeing Lin Xingyi's perfect score paper, but Yan Qing actually said that this type of question is common?Where did this Master of Versailles come from? !

"What? Let me see!" Gong He snatched his poor paper, only to see some words he couldn't understand written densely on the last big question.

Although Gong He couldn't understand the steps to solve the problem, he could understand what Gao Shu said.

In short, wouldn't even Yan Qing do it?

"Yan Qing! Quickly teach me!" Gong He clasped his hands together and earnestly begged.

***

The reason why the mathematics teacher in Class [-] of the third year of high school was called Tianshan Child Elder was because she was very small, but she was the most eloquent and able to get along with the students.

"Gong He, don't hide, come up and solve your problem."

"Tianshan Child Elder" waved the paper in his hand and slapped the table with the pointer, waking up the sleeping students in the row behind.

Unexpectedly, Gong He, who was facing a formidable enemy for math problems, came forward arrogantly, picked up chalk in one hand, and complacently wrote the steps to solve the problem on the blackboard.

Lin Xingyi was sleeping on his stomach, when he saw the chubby hand in front of the blackboard, he narrowed his eyes and poked his head to see more clearly.

"Teacher, I'm done." Gong He twisted his cylinder-like figure and looked at the math teacher, his face full of confidence.

The math teacher put one hand on the podium, and slowly waved the pointer with the other: "Gong He, who solved your problem for you?"

Immediately, mocking voices rang out one after another in the class, and the boy with thick glasses sitting behind Lin Xingyi shouted loudly, "It must be his father who hired him as a tutor!"

"Go, go, go! It's not a tutor!"

Gong He rolled his eyes with his thick glasses: "I taught at the same table, why, don't you agree?"

"Same table?" Lin Xingyi had these two words in his mouth, and turned his head to look at Yan Qing.

The math teacher asked Gong He to go down and sit down, and called Yan Qing's name: "Student Yan Qing, did you teach Gong He this?"

Yan Qing stood up slowly, nodded politely: "Teacher, I taught it."

The math teacher suddenly pressed his forehead, looked up to the sky and sighed.

Yan Qing thought he had done something wrong, and his expression was slightly puzzled, but the math teacher asked him to sit down.

"Students, take a look. I haven't come to class for two years, and I just came here for half a morning, and I solved the problems that you haven't learned for two years. Aren't you ashamed?"

The classroom suddenly became noisy, no one thought that Yan Qing would actually solve this problem.

The students began to whisper to each other, and even Yan Qing's front desk turned around and stared at Yan Qing with admiration.

"Quiet!" The math teacher knocked on the podium loudly.

"However, Yan Qing used some high-level mathematics content in the process of solving the problem. It is beyond the outline and cannot be given points." The math teacher pointed out Yan Qing's question sharply, but his eyes were already full of love for him , "Now, follow the teacher's method to solve the problem..."

***

At the end of the day's class, Yan Qing also quickly became a celebrity in Class [-] of Senior Three, especially Gong He, who insisted that he would hug Yan Qing's thigh to avoid the attack of "Tianshan Child Elder".

"The teacher also asked you to do more questions, for your own good." Yan Qing comforted Gong He softly.

"I know..." Gong He packed his schoolbag with a sad face. Although the topic was solved perfectly, due to his "cheating" behavior, Tianshan Child Elder added another paper for him to do alone.

When the bell rang, Yan Qing was the first to step out, even Lin Xingyi, who deliberately ran to the last row, couldn't catch up with him: "Hey!"

Yan Qing hurried to the school gate, the driver's black Lexus had been waiting for a long time.

He opened the car door, and as soon as he sat down, he found Yin Sheng was beside him, he couldn't help but straighten his body, and shut his mouth tightly.

"How was the first day of class?" It was Yin Sheng who broke the deadlock.

Yan Qing pursed her lips, remembering what happened in school, and said happily: "It's good, the students are very interesting."

Yin Sheng raised his eyebrows and nodded with satisfaction: "That's good, just tell me or Uncle Fu if you want anything."

Yan Qing turned around, staring at Yin Sheng with big black eyes, with hesitation all over his face.

"What do you want?" Yin Sheng said to the point.

Yan Qing stretched out a finger and said softly, "Can I buy a copy of Wusan?"