After Rebirth, I Am the White Moonlight of All The Big Brothers

Yu Wenzhou was embarrassed by Jiang Fuyue's clear Lingling gaze, so he touched his nose and explained, "You got a perfect score in the physics quiz this time."

"so?"

"You are a gifted child and should be nurtured well."

In the end, Jiang Fuyue left with a stack of test papers.

Xu Jing exploded——

"Old Yu, what do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" Yu Wenzhou pretended to be stupid.

"You clearly know that Jiang Fuyue is my student, but you still give her so many test papers, what do you want?"

"That's my student too, why are you so domineering?"

"I'm domineering?" Xu Jing laughed angrily, but his eyes were ruthless, "I don't have any opinion on her completing her daily physics homework, but if you add something else to her, I don't agree!"

"Why don't you agree?" Yu Wenzhou got excited as soon as he put down the water glass.

"Just because I'm her class teacher!"

"Then I'm still her teacher!"

Xu Jing: "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking."

Yu Wenzhou's eyes flashed and he muttered, "What can I do..."

Xu Jing sneered: "What is a full score? It's probably due to luck. Besides, the quiz questions are not difficult. You're probably too happy too soon."

Yu Wenzhou frowned, but did not refute what Xu Jing said.

This time the question is really simple, and it is not impossible to get a full score. Maybe... Jiang Fuyue is really just lucky?

"Old Yu, you should know that one person's energy is limited. If you do one thing well, you can't do another one at the same time. Jiang Fuyue is now specializing in the Olympiad. If you expect her to make breakthroughs in physics, even When you reach the level of competition, I advise you to rest as soon as possible."

The more you jump now, the more disappointed you will be in the future.

Yu Wenzhou fell into deep thought, and after a while, he finally compromised: "...well."

Xu Jing breathed a sigh of relief, he was really afraid of Yu Wenzhou robbing people.

As for not believing that Jiang Fuyue has the strength to participate in the physics competition, it is not nonsense. After all, no matter how smart and powerful a person is, he is not omnipotent.

The next day, Yu Wenzhou finished class and asked Jiang Fuyue to return the stack of test papers.

"...In such a hurry? I've only written half of it."

Yu Wenzhou thought "half" meant "half of a paper", and he asked casually, "How long did it take?"

"One afternoon and one night."

Sure enough, once the difficulty goes up, it becomes difficult. It seems that Lao Xu is right. A full score in the quiz does not mean that you can learn to compete well. This is not something that can be achieved by hard work alone, but also requires talent.

Even though he was well prepared, Yu Wenzhou was still disappointed.

Jiang Fuyue glanced at him inexplicably, the teacher was probably not very smart.

The not-so-smart Yu Wenzhou returned to the office.

Why does the Olympic Games work, but not the competition of things?

It happened that Meng Zhijian also came back from get out of class, "Old Yu, have you read the questions of this monthly exam? If you have any questions, just say, if there are no problems, I will sign it and send it to print in the afternoon."

Yu Wenzhou waved his hand: "Print it."

"Yo, why are you frowning? Is it someone chasing you on Weibo, or is there another student in the school forum who is complaining about you?"

"Don't make trouble, I'm depressed."

Meng Zhijian saw that his condition was indeed not good, and said seriously: "What happened?"

"Oh, let me tell you..."

He talked about the test paper for Jiang Fuyue, and repeated Xu Jing's theory of "limited energy".

"...In order to dig a good seedling for our competition class, is it easy for me?"

Meng Zhijian: "It's not easy. Just this stack of test papers?" He flipped through it.

"Well. I also figured it out. Anyway, Jiang Fuyue is not that material, so I won't fight with Lao Xu, lest his nose is not a nose, and his eyes are not eyes..."

"Old Yu," he moved away from the test paper with difficulty and raised his head, "Are you sure—Jiang Fuyue no, yes, that, block, material?"

"Yeah, she didn't even finish one test paper in one afternoon and one night, and only wrote half of it. Besides, it's not a regular competition question, it's just entry-level training. At this speed, she can't even reach the threshold of the provincial finals. "

"Are you stupid?" Meng Zhi couldn't bear it anymore.

"No... just talk when you talk, why are you scolding people? You don't use such personal attacks!"

"...It's really stupid." After leaving such a sentence, Meng Zhijian walked away.

"Hey! Where are you going?"

"Three classes!"

Yu Wenzhou was a little stunned: "What are you doing in class 17, head teacher of class 3?"

Of course Meng Zhijian went to find Jiang Fuyue!

half done...

Maybe only Lao Yu's stupid hat thought it was half of a test paper, but in fact Jiang Fuyue completed half of all the test papers!

There are a dozen or so, to say the least.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Fuyue is not only a blockbuster in mathematics, but also an expert in physics.

He scanned it roughly just now, but he didn't find a single mistake.

Soon, Meng Zhijian came to the door of Class Three, but was greeted by an empty space.

"Where's the student?" He grabbed a colleague.

"The third class has gone to the playground for this physical education class. Is there anything wrong with Mr. Meng?"

Meng Zhijian thanked him and walked back to the playground.

The playground was so big, and there was more than one class in the PE class. He searched for a while before seeing a few familiar faces from the third class.

Good guy, a group of people around the basketball court.

"Liu Bowen."

"Who, don't disturb me watching the ball..."

Meng Zhijian's mouth twitched.

"Fuck! Going in! Going in! Oh, almost... grab the ball! Press him! Press on the floor and rub-"

"Liu Bowen!"

"Who, annoying—" Not annoying.

Uh!

"Meng, Teacher Meng." Liu Bowen was shocked.

Meng Zhijian's face was stern, he didn't expect that the first and top ten of the third class would be this kind of virtue, and he was so excited to see a basketball.

"Just watch the ball when you watch the ball, what is pressing on the floor and rubbing? Pay attention to the unity and friendship among the classmates."

"Oh." Wei Baba was taught.

"Cough... Where's your Banjiang Fuyue?"

"On the field."

Meng Zhijian was stunned, and his eyes drifted away.

Liu Bowen turned back and continued to watch the ball, and then: "Fuck—three points! Made it? Made it! How did she shoot? Damn—it's so handsome, why didn't I find Jiang Fuyue so handsome before?"

ten minutes later.

Meng Zhijian stood at the outermost periphery, staring at the field without blinking, clenching his fist with one hand and pounding the palm of the other.

"Avoid! Avoid again! Move! Layup! Press him! Yes, that's it... slap to death! Beautiful!"

He gritted his teeth hard to keep the shouts and cheers from spilling out.

Then what... the teacher's face still has to be tense and can't be lost.

Others may not have heard it, or they may not have noticed it, but Liu Bowen was standing a little in front, and his nerves were highly tense, and he was always paying attention to Meng Zhijian's movements, even if his voice was small, he could still hear it.

In this regard, he would like to ask: press him? Beaten to death? Does your face hurt?

"Oh hoo hoo - nice job! Another three points!"

Liu Bowen: Even the call came, is there anything you can't do?

Meng Zhijian (shut up immediately): It's really hard for the teacher to watch the students play a ball...