Buddhist small green plum

Chapter 112 The Heroine's Halo 2
Sometimes a woman's sixth sense is really accurate to the point where she would be afraid.

Because of the arrival of Professor Yan, the classroom quickly became quiet. The students had heard their teacher describe it, and they probably guessed what kind of person Professor Yan was.

Over the age of sixty, don't be angry and prestige, there are some people who can learn from you.

Professor Yan looked around the classroom, picked up the chalk and swipe a few strokes, and wrote his name on the blackboard——Yan Xiuyue.

The students collectively stood up and bowed at 90 degrees to say hello to Professor Yan.

"Well, students!" Professor Yan nodded while standing on the podium. Although his voice was old, it was still like Hong Zhong: "Students, please sit down."

The students thanked Professor Yan before sitting down.

Professor Yan pointed to the three words he had just written on the blackboard, with a stern tone: "Students, the three words 'Yan Xiuyue' on the blackboard are my name, don't just remember my surname Yan, I am more I don’t want me to teach you from today, but you don’t even know my name.”

It seems that he has become a habit of being unsmiling, because his figure is slender and the nasolabial folds at the corners of his mouth are very deep, so he doesn't have a benevolent look.

Professor Yan didn't talk too much nonsense to the students. Before coming to class, he sorted out a physics textbook by himself, and started teaching according to the content backed up in the physics textbook.

Professor Yan was a professor in a university before. If his teaching ideas are not well organized and he comes to teach high school students, it will be difficult for these students to adapt.

Moreover, Professor Yan's lecture method does not allow anyone to ask questions during his explanation.

Even when he is going to talk about the next question after he has finished speaking, if a classmate has a problem with the question he said, he must record it first, and he can only mention it after class.

Sure enough, after one class, the students lost their enthusiasm at the beginning, and Professor Yan left the classroom during the break.

The students began to get together in threes and fives to complain.

"Professor Yan's lecture pace is too fast, isn't it?"

"Also, we don't seem to have learned the formula for solving the problem he mentioned on the penultimate question. Do you have any impression of that formula?"

"I thought it was because I didn't pay attention to the class and didn't memorize the formula. It turns out that you haven't learned it either?"

"Ah? What should I do? I have a question and raised my hand, Professor Yan seems to have not seen it..."

Qingran also felt that she could not keep up with the pace of Professor Yan's lectures. Fortunately, she has the habit of taking notes. Over the years, her hand speed in taking notes has been practiced. Even though Professor Yan speaks very quickly, the steps and steps of each question She also wrote down the explanation methods in her notebook.

After class, others were talking about Professor Yan's teaching method, and she was still studying the formula that she didn't understand.

After looking at it for a long time but not understanding the application of the formula, Qingran pushed the question to the middle of the desk.

Just before I had time to ask Xie Yingan if I pushed it over, I saw Professor Yan walking back to the classroom with a textbook in his hand.

Qingran quickly moved the notebook back to her place, leaving Xie Yingan, who had just moved in the middle, confused.

Qingran gestured to Professor Yan on the podium.

Before today's class, the two of them were still talking when Professor Yan came in, which made Professor Yan, who was meeting for the first time, dislike them a little.

The boy pursed his pale lips, lowered his eyes, and stopped talking

Before the class bell rang, Professor Yan was sitting on the podium flipping through the textbooks and recording something. Because he was in the classroom, the whole classroom was as quiet as a chicken.

Even some students who ran to the bathroom went there in a hurry and came back in a hurry.

As soon as the class bell rang, Professor Yan turned around and wrote the questions on the blackboard. He wrote three questions on the left, right and middle respectively, which were exactly the questions he had just taught in the last class.

The students suddenly had a bad premonition in their hearts.

Professor Yan's posture didn't seem like he was going to give another lecture, but rather asked them to go up and answer the questions.

Qingran has already begun to use a pen to count the steps of solving the first problem on the draft paper. She just finished halfway through the steps of solving the first problem when she saw Professor Yan click on Wen Shiyi to go up to do the first problem .

Wen Shiyi was obviously relieved, she could do the first question, but if it was the second question, it would be very difficult.

Because of the second question, the formula for solving the problem taught by Professor Yan in the last class, she also felt that she had never learned it at all, and she didn't understand the formula thoroughly enough, so she couldn't use it in a while.

Qingran looked at the question in the middle, and didn't think of the solution to the question for a long time. She became a little nervous, and she had a faint feeling in her heart that the professor would let her go up to do the question.

"The other two questions..." Professor Yan looked around the classroom, and the heads of the students were lower than the other.

After teaching for so many years, Professor Yan is used to this kind of scene.

He clicked on the row of Xie Ying'an and Qingran: "Those two classmates, you two come over and do it."

The premonition came true, Qingran had nothing to be nervous about.

On the contrary, Xie Ying'an's dark eyes lit up for a moment, and he habitually reached out to hold Qing Ran.

Before doing the questions these few times, it has become his habit to be grabbed by Qingran.

Unexpectedly, Qingran ignored him at all, and walked straight to the podium from the other side of the aisle.

On the way to the podium, Qingran was still thinking about how to solve the middle question. To be honest, she still had no idea about that question.

Xie Yingan followed behind, Qingran slowed down a little, and walked to the podium with Xie Yingan, she asked Xie Yingan in a low voice: "Can you understand the middle question?"

Before Xie Ying'an could answer, the two walked to the podium. Professor Yan didn't assign them to do that question.

Xie Ying'an, who deliberately leaned over to give her hand, did not wait for Qingran to take her hand along the way.

He felt a little irritable again, and now even a trivial move by Li Qingran could easily control his mood.

How sane is he still, Xie Yingan thought, just now Qingran seemed to ask him if he would know the question in the middle?
To be honest, when Professor Yan wrote the questions, he didn't look at the questions at all. How could he pay attention to the questions on the left and the questions in the middle?

Since Qingran asked him this way, he guessed that she hadn't figured out the solution to the middle question, otherwise she wouldn't have asked him just now.

Xie Ying'an had long legs. In order not to let Professor Yan see the clue, he took a piece of chalk and stood in front of the middle question.

Qingran was a little overjoyed. She also picked up a piece of chalk and went to do the question on the far right.

Qingran understands both the first and third questions, and the method she used to solve the problems is something she has experienced before.

When reading the topic, Qingran remembered the most important thing. She seemed to have forgotten to touch Xie Yingan's male lead aura just now?

There is no other way now, she can't grab Xie Yingan's hand in front of the whole class, can she?
Now the heroine in the book is separated from her by a distance from the male protagonist. In comparison, she is closer to Xie Yingan, and when she was walking, she also touched the corner of Xie Yingan's clothes.

Now I can only pin my hope on that piece of clothes.

Xie Ying'an next to him had already started to write the problem-solving ideas on the blackboard, and the chalk and the paint on the blackboard creaked when they collided.

Qingran collected her mind, focused on the question in front of her, and soon had the idea to solve it.

(End of this chapter)