Reborn 1980: Scientific research leader farms to serve the motherland

Chapter 402 The Storm Rises 2
At the end of the teacher apprenticeship ceremony, the dean of the history department stood up in surprise, pointed at An Ning, and then looked at Mr. Yu.

Mr. Yu took a step forward and explained: "Mr. Shi, don't get excited. My master's knowledge, skills, and conduct are all above mine. Don't be surprised."

"It's just that my master keeps a low profile. I don't want the outside world to know about our relationship for the time being. I hope you will take care of me."

The old man called Shi Lao naturally agreed, he was just surprised by An Ning and Yu Lao's age.

A simple but grand apprentice banquet ended, everyone ate the meals specially prepared by Zhou's family, chatted and relaxed.

We are all acquaintances, there is no need to be formal.

During the banquet, everyone toasted to the upcoming new life, and everyone expressed their heartfelt thanks to An Ning through fruit wine that was not too strong.

It was past eight o'clock when the banquet ended.

Several people who went to school went back to school together, and Yu Zheng drove Yu Lao and Li Chengze home.

After a good night's sleep, I still got up early for a run the next day. After the run, we exchanged schedules so that we could find each other, and then dispersed to go to class.

An Ning and Zhou Xiaoshan walked towards the classroom of the mathematics department. When they climbed up to the second floor and entered the classroom, they looked at their watches suspiciously.

not late.

Then why are there so many people reading books neatly.

The unfinished steamed bun in Zhou Xiaoshan's hand stood out for a moment. He stuffed three mouthfuls into one mouthful, probably because he was too choked, he choked.

"Cough, cough, teacher——"

"understood!"

An Ning checked the position, and slapped down with one hand, and the mouthful of steamed stuffed bun was spat out from Zhou Xiaoshan's throat.

"What?"

The loud reprimand made Zhou Xiaoshan, who was choking his neck, look over. An old woman with black-rimmed glasses and a Chinese tunic came over with a book under her arm.

The most important thing is that she has bun skin on her face.

Zhou Xiaoshan took a quick look at An Ning, only to see An Ning said with concern, "You're welcome, classmate."

She... pretended not to know Zhou Xiaoshan, and went in.

At the door, only Zhou Xiaoshan and the old lady who was attacked by the steamed stuffed bun were left.

The old lady's eyes are like a laser ruler, staring at where it hurts.

"What's your name?"

Zhou Xiaoshan, who was being asked, wanted to say another name, but he still didn't dare.

"Zhou Xiaoshan?"

"Oh—the second one."

The old lady didn't have any mood swings, and walked into the classroom, ready to go to class.

Zhou Xiaoshan behind him was cleverly preparing to sneak in, but he just took a step.

"Clean up outside before coming in."

"Yes!"

Zhou Xiaoshan ran out quickly, took out a piece of toilet paper from his trouser pocket, cleaned the floor, and entered the classroom.

When he sat down, there was a sense of a world away, had he been out for a long time?When was this third blackboard written?What is the teacher talking about now?Why do you talk more and more?
Zhou Xiaoshan started the first class of the day in a panic.

Not only Zhou Xiaoshan, but also other students, when the old lady came up to give a lecture without saying hello, everyone attended the first class in a daze.

And the content of the first lesson is like a scripture, which makes a group of students who consider themselves elites start to doubt themselves.

The old lady on the stage, with her back to the students, writes on a blackboard machine. This question will be explained every time the school starts. The purpose is very simple. Don’t be proud to suppress the students behind.

The 23 students sitting in the back are all smart without exception. The smarter the person, the more they need good character, conduct, and even the ability to withstand stress.

So every year the Department of Mathematics starts like this.

When the old lady's blackboard was full, she held the blackboard eraser very skillfully and began to erase the content in front of it.

A student couldn't help shouting: "Teacher, I haven't finished taking notes."

The old lady who was giving the lecture didn't even turn around.

"I'm just in charge of speaking."

The movement of the teacher's hands did not stop at all, and the content on the first blackboard was wiped clean. Every student below began to feel tense, and the speed of his hands gradually increased.

When the old lady turned around, An Ning became the most conspicuous one.

In the whole class, there is only one girl, An Ning, who stands out.

In the whole class, An Ning was the only one who didn't take notes. She stood out.

In the whole class, only An Ning was not so focused, because she was looking out of the window, which was particularly prominent.

The old lady stepped down from the podium and stood beside An Ning, without blocking her view.

"Is it An Ning?"

"Hi, teacher, I'm An Ning."

An Ning stood up and greeted politely. The old lady was not dissatisfied or angry, she just continued to ask: "What are you looking at?"

"I don't know, I'm in a daze."

The very truthful An Ning made the old lady almost lose her expression. She quickly straightened her expression and asked, "You know what I'm telling you?"

"meeting."

The old lady is not surprised, there is always a smarter one among the smart ones.

"How many solutions do you know?"

An Ning looked at the blackboard and said, "Five types."

"Five?"

The old lady finally couldn't help but raise her voice a little bit, and asked in confirmation, "Are you sure?"

"Sure, if I write five kinds, can I leave get out of class early?"

It's not that An Ning is rampant, but that she has a very strong feeling of inappropriateness in her heart.

"Teacher, I'm a Feng Shui master. I have a strong feeling that something is going on. I don't mean to disrespect you."

An Ning's explanation made the old lady even less sure how to answer.

Her class, probably the most powerful student, told her that she was a math feng shui master?
However, probably An Ning's serious expression made the old lady a little more tolerant.

"Go and write."

"Thank you."

An Ning took a few steps to the podium, picked up a piece of chalk, and began to write, her speed was faster than the teacher.

The old lady at the back, when An Ning wrote the third solution, had already stopped moving.

The Department of Mathematics is about to produce an amazing student.

After writing the five solutions, the old lady was obsessed with reading it. It turned out that it was possible to do so.

"teacher?"

"You go, remember to come to the next class."

"Thank you, I will."

An Ning ran out of the classroom, Zhou Xiaoshan looked around nervously, but he just understood the two solutions and couldn't keep up with An Ning's pace.

Zhou Xiaoshan lowered his head and kowtowed to the end.

An Ning on the other side went straight to the School of Finance.

Before reaching the teaching building of the School of Finance, she saw Yin Xuemei running desperately.

Yin Xuemei and Jiang Xia are majors in finance.

"peaceful!"

"Yin Xuemei, what happened to Jiang Xia?"

Yin Xuemei ran over with all her strength and grabbed An Ning's arm tightly.

"The person in the classroom is Jiang Xia's name, but the person is not Jiang Xia."

"He introduced himself on stage, using Jiang Xia's identity and Jiang Xia's grades."

Yin Xuemei's words made An Ning's pupils constrict, someone replaced Jiang Xia's grades and identity, so what about the real Jiang Xia?
(End of this chapter)