next door lives the holy father

As usual, Ishigami ordered the "signature bento" in an uninhibited voice, and at the same time, he did not look at Yasuko as usual.

"Well, a signature bento, thank you for your patronage." Jingzi smiled and looked at the person in front of him, just like other guests.

Grab a lunch box and leave "Mou Tianting", and walk on the way to school as usual, there are not many people in the school today, the school is on spring break, and most of the teachers are on vacation, originally he didn't have to use it, but because of After the make-up exam, too many people still failed, so a second make-up exam was added. Today is the day for the second make-up exam. The dean of teaching had told him before to ask him not to ask too difficult questions. Everyone passed.

This is really a problem for him

He never felt that the exam papers he gave were difficult, but instead felt that they were a bit simple. The questions were not beyond the scope of the class. As long as he understood the basic principles, he could answer them. Others could be answered with a slightly different angle. Those rote memorization must be useless of.

Looking at the painful faces below, and thinking of the dean's instructions, Shi Shen sighed, stood up, and cleared his throat.

"Everyone stop writing."

"What, teacher, the time hasn't come yet." Some people showed panic expressions.

The following gradually began to learn about it.

Ishigami ignored these movements and continued to say, "In the remaining time, please write down your thoughts on mathematics on the back of the test paper." Since you can't answer the questions, you can take the test in another form. Anyway, as long as you pass it, isn't it?

The students showed puzzled expressions.

"Anything related to mathematics is fine, and..." Shi Shen paused.

"This counts too."

Immediately, the eyes of the students lit up.

A boy asked, "Excuse me, how many points does this take?"

Shi Shen glanced at the boy, "It mainly depends on how well you write. If you don't know how to do the questions, just write your impressions." After speaking, he returned to the chair.

The students flipped through the test papers and began to write as if they were rescued.

Shi Shen looked at the students under his eyes and thought: Originally, this kind of exam that was purely for passing the exam was meaningless, and it was a waste of his time. If he had this time, he might as well solve a few math problems.

After collecting the test papers and returning to the office, Ishigami found that the clerk was waiting for him.

"Teacher Shishen, someone is looking for you."

"Looking for me?" Shi Shen looked at the clerk suspiciously.

The clerk came over and whispered, "Police."

school badminton court

Hanaoka Misato was sitting on the steps wiping her sweat. Now that it’s spring break, there are basically no people in the school, but even if it’s a holiday, some school grounds and libraries are still open. As the head of the badminton club, getting the right to use the badminton court It's easy, judging by her contact with that neighbor these days, she has a vague feeling that he might like Jingzi, but they have only moved here not long ago, even if they like Jingzi, at best, they just have a good impression and don't commit crimes for her, right? So she was still very suspicious of this strange neighbor.

When Misato's mind was spinning a thousand times, a burst of pain hit

"It hurts, it hurts." She touched her cheek and raised her head to look at the person coming.

"Asshole, the fake face I spent tens of thousands of dollars on is going to be pinched and deformed." He looked at the boy in front of him angrily.

"It's quite elastic." The boy replied with an indifferent face.

"Nonsense, do you think my collagen grows white?" Rubbing my red face

After receiving the water from Misato, the boy sat down beside him, opened the water and took a sip, and said, "Badminton is really an exhausting sport."

"Tch, you won't degenerate to the point of struggling to play badminton after staying in the art room all day long." Misato complained very rudely to the person opposite.

"A person who has not won a game is not qualified to say this." The boy retorted half-jokingly.

Misato looked at the person in front of her with pity, "My stupid brother, the short victory has already made you lose yourself."

juvenile:……

Misato Misato said that he was very helpless to Misato’s cousin who used the chuunibha disease every time she lost a game, “What is it that makes you unhappy.” This interrupted Misato’s desire to continue performing , or to ask the main point, every time this guy is in a bad mood, he will only find him to play, especially since he is very ignorant and likes to make her lose a game.

"Let me guess, is it because of your ex-stepfather?" The young man rubbed his chin with one hand and thought.

"It seems so," the boy affirmed lightly after seeing Misato's expression.

"Could it be, cousin..." The boy looked at Misato suspiciously.

"Don't think about it." Misato was a little flustered and interrupted his guess.

"It seems that you and that Fujian really have a bad relationship."

"Hey, hey" Misato replied feebly, it's not that Nie Yuan made the mother and daughter of the original owner feel bad when he was alive, and he still doesn't let them go when he's dead.

Mitsuru Shirakawa put down the water and stood up to stretch his muscles.

Pick up the racket and walk towards the badminton court.

"For the sake of you going to buy water for me, I will play a round with you reluctantly." After speaking, he raised the notebook in his hand.

"Hey, Shirakawa Mitsuru, don't go too far, just now you clearly said it's the last round, hey, wait..."

After playing a round, Misato felt that her hand holding the racket was a bit weak.

"Shirakawa Mitsuru, return the book to me." Panting, he said to the person opposite who was flipping through the book.

"I just checked and saw that Misato has a lot of homework problems."

"No, that's your illusion." He snatched the notebook and stuffed it carefully into his bag. This was a math homework that took three days to complete. It almost exhausted his brain cells to write it. For mathematics, this thing is in her hands. It has always been a difficult problem, and she even asked the Stone God next door for advice on this. Anyway, they helped them hide the corpses, so they definitely wouldn't mind teaching her a little math.

After bidding farewell to Mitsuru Shirakawa, Misato returned home with a racket and bag on her back. Because she was sweating and felt uncomfortable, she simply changed her clothes and took a shower. I checked the time before Yasuko got off work. In the evening We made an appointment to have dinner together.

Turn on the TV just in time for the news

I flipped through a few channels and just jumped to a piece of news

Popular writer Kunihiko Hidaka died at home today, and the police have cordoned off the scene...

Misato was taken aback when she saw the news.

what?

Kunihiko Hidaka is dead

The TV continues to broadcast. At present, the police are still investigating the cause of death. We will follow up and report on the follow-up situation for you...

Hidaka Kunihiko, the writer standing on the altar, murdered or committed suicide, I guess there will be a sensation in the novel world, after all, that person seems to have a lot of fans, and Emo seems to like this writer, so she It must be sad to see this news.