Classmate 200 million years old

Chapter 14 Process
This can be regarded as a case of malicious injury.

However, both parties were unwilling to report the case. It was just that the school circulated it and was suppressed. It was just that the relevant personnel were called by the school to talk.

Xuan Mo sat at the desk, with Director Yang's serious eyes on his head: "Xuan Mo, you were there at the time, you just need to tell me, were there any gangsters involved?"

Underworld personnel?
The contents of the memory bank instantly appeared in Xuan Mo's mind: a strong man in a black suit sitting on the boss chair with a cigar in his mouth and smiling, a man in a black suit and black leather shoes with sunglasses and holding a gun in his hand, and In the private room with messy lights and shadows, drinking and reveling into a group of disheveled men and women, as well as drug dealing, racing, and blah blah blah.

She shook her head, what are those things!

"No, not at all!" She was sure and sure that she had never seen any similar creature above, and she looked like a Dorak star and wanted to fight.

"Really?" Director Yang scowled, "If there was no underworld personnel involved, how could there be such a bad injury? I went to see it, and the classmate is still in a coma, and Lu Yuchen's injury is impossible at all Hit someone, did you cause the injury?"

Although Director Yang's last sentence was purely a joking guess, he probably wouldn't believe that such an unintentional sentence was infinitely close to the truth.

Xuan Mo is not stupid, of course he won't admit it, he just stared at Director Yang with a good look, and said seriously: "I don't know."

"What did you see when you went?"

"Everyone who should lie down should lie down."

"Really?"

"Why do you ask me if you don't believe me?"

The one-sentence Director Yang choked for a while, and suddenly he had the idea of ​​what kind of hidden thorn he had thrown into the first class. The two sides had nothing to say, and the meeting ended.

Xuan Mo returned to the classroom and was in math class. She knocked on the door without changing her face. The math teacher was Fang Zhi, the grade leader. He was already in the Mediterranean in his 40s. A tragic strand of long hair spanned the sea, making a bridge The majestic view of the sky.

If it weren't for the excellent math teaching skills, I really don't want to put this Rong in the first class.

Seeing that it was Xuan Mo, Fang Zhi nodded to signal her to return to her seat, and then continued to talk about the topic on the blackboard. When Xuan Mo passed by, he glanced at it and got the answer, so when he sat down, he took out the book to read the concepts and formulas— —She used the method of her hometown to do the questions. It's okay to give the answer, but I'm sorry to give the process.

At this time, Fang Zhi finished explaining the sample questions on the blackboard, completely ignoring the confused eyes of the people below, erased the sample questions and wrote a similar one next to it, turned his head and glanced at the class, holding the chalk upside down.

This is to call people up to do it.

Everyone bowed their heads guilty, Fang Zhi looked around, tapped Xuan Mo... behind: "Yi Hailan, you do it."

Hearing Yi Hailan's wry smile clearly, he slowly got up from the podium to hold the chalk, looked at the notebook in his hand and the exercises, and started to write.

The process was very long, he wrote two steps and then thought about it, and by the way, he still made a draft in the small open space next to him, and then he wrote some places for a long time and found something wrong, so he had to erase it and start over.

Fang Zhi didn't show any impatience from the beginning to the end, nor did he show any signs of preparing to remind. He just stood aside and watched quietly, sometimes paying attention to Xuan Mo's reaction from the corner of his eye.

If she hadn't entered the classroom midway, I would have wanted her to do this question, because judging from the results of the entrance examination, Xuan Mo's mathematics should be well-deserved to be the first in the grade, and the teachers like such top-notch students.

Yi Hailan's writing face was wrinkled into a chrysanthemum, and finally wrote out the steps and answers completely. He let out a long breath and dropped the chalk and got off the podium. There were boos around his ears. He was tired from writing and reading. .

Fang Zhi watched him finish writing, and Yi Hailan commented as soon as he returned to his seat: "This step is redundant, and the way of expressing this step is wrong, but the result is correct. There is a very important step missing between these two steps... The formula should be written here, this is necessary, even if you make a mistake in the exam, you can get one point... Well, the answer is correct, not bad, you can understand it after listening to it..." He turned to look at the whole class: " If there’s anything you don’t understand, please raise your hand honestly.”

He was sure that there were still many people in the class who didn't understand, but according to past experience, either one person raised his hand and then others raised their hands, or no one raised their hands at all.

Although many people don't understand it will make him feel unfulfilling, but it's better than all the students pretending to understand, so he still hopes that some students will take the lead in raising their hands.

In the end, someone really raised their hand, and they raised it without hesitation...

Xuan Mo's classmate.

They didn't even understand Xuan Mo, and everyone suddenly felt that it was not such a good thing to not understand, so the little paws sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

Fang Zhi said that he couldn't understand: "Xuan Mo, don't you understand?"

"Ah."

"Where do you not understand?"

"I don't understand."

"...Well, you didn't listen to my sample questions just now, so it's normal to not understand." Fang Zhi comforted himself.

"No, I know the answer."

"……and then?"

"I don't understand the process." Xuan Mo paused, "Why did you write this?"

"Because these are very important and are required by the exam." Fang Zhi replied blankly. He had encountered all kinds of tricky questions, but he had never encountered such a natural stupidity.

"Knowing the result is not enough."

"How do you know how you did it without the process?"

"I have the answers, but can I still do it? Even if it is a trick, being able to get it right is a kind of strength, right? What's the point of the process?"

"Children, don't pay attention to the result so much. Pay attention to the process. Through the process, you can clarify your thinking and get more accurate answers."

"Then what if I can clear my thinking without these? Is it possible not to write about the process?"

Fang Zhi was at a loss for words, and he had the urge to cry against the wind. Xuan Mo's tone was not aggressive, but a sincere tone of asking for advice, but it was this tone that made him at a loss. He didn't want to emphasize any exam requirements, which would make him seem very utilitarian , but without showing a tough stance, it seems that he can't persuade her with a suitable reason.

"Well, Xuan Mo, if you can really write the answer without going through the process, it's not bad, then can you write it?"

Xuan Mo didn't speak, just stared at him.

Fang Zhi turned around and began to write questions on the blackboard next to him. He wrote quickly, and finished writing in a blink of an eye. He turned to look at Xuan Mo, and before he could signal, he heard Xuan Mo say: "Report, the answer will earn 420 yuan next year. "

Without waiting for Fang Zhi's response, she said again: "According to your rounding, it should be 420 yuan. After the report is completed, please check and accept it."

Fang Zhi was stunned, he hadn't remembered the answer to this question... Or, he remembered it just now when he wrote it, and now Xuan Mo forgot it when he hit it.

He glanced at the lesson plan... exactly right.

Either Xuan Mo started to calculate while he was writing, but the key data is at the end, then there is only one possibility, that is, as soon as he finished writing, Xuan Mo glanced at the whole question and got the answer...

She is full of enthusiasm, she really doesn't need a process!
Fang Zhi didn't want to waste class time on testing Xuan Mo's theory of process usefulness. Although he felt that it was not a waste of time at all, it was obvious that if he did two more tests at this time, the other excited students would probably rebel... It is certain that they all like someone to shake the teacher's authority.

"About this question, let's discuss it after class, shall we?" After finishing speaking, without waiting for Xuan Mo's answer, he began to write down a theorem.

But the class is still buzzing, and the students are whispering.

Xuan Mo was noncommittal, and she began to flip through the book, wondering if there was anything she could not understand in the future. At this moment, there was a slight fluctuation in the mental network, and a small ball of paper flew over her head and fell on her desk.

She opened the ball of paper and said: "Xiao Xuanxuan, you are a god! Don't deny it, there is no explanation! ——by Xiaolanlan."

She endured a burst of natural bioelectricity and stared back at Yi Hailan expressionlessly. Yi Hailan opened her eyes wide and made a weird smile at her, which was very comical.

Was that Xuan Mo blind before? How could he like such an unreliable blue star creature...

After class, Fang Zhi left in a hurry, looking like he was running away. Xuan Mo didn't intend to have a serious argument with him, but just packed up the books silently. The next Chinese class is a big difficulty for her!
A man came towards her, without malice.

"Xuan Mo, you are so good. The teacher forgot to explain the process of that question. How did you do it? Can you teach me?" A voice came, and Xuan Mo knew who it was without raising his eyes. .

She didn't specifically remember anyone when the whole class introduced themselves, but the habit of grasping the basic information of all things in the spiritual network field has become an instinct through countless wars. , the mental domain will automatically call up the information she needs.

Lin Yueyue, a blue star female, aged fifteen, her appearance was judged to be [-] percent above the average level of the class according to the data of various parties, and her grade was ranked ninth in the class, which was equal to the ninth in the class. Her personality was difficult to judge by data. There is no relevant information in the memory bank.

After getting the information he needed, Xuan Mo pointed directly at the back: "I won't, he will."

After class, Yi Hailan asked Xuan Mo to say something but was ignored. She was lying on the table like a dead dog, but her ears were always erected in Xuan Mo's direction. Hearing the words, she sat up: "Who said I will? I don't Yes, look how painful I was doing the first question, and I was still blind!"

"Then he won't either, you can ask someone else." Xuan Mo is very good at climbing, and made a very serious suggestion.

Although no one knew what Lin Yueyue's real purpose was when she approached Xuan Mo, but most fools knew that she definitely didn't want Xuan Mo to push her to Yi Hailan, so her stiff body looked so desolate at this moment.

Xuan Mo has already opened the Chinese textbook by herself and read it. To be honest, she has completely copied the content of the book in her mind after reading it a few nights ago, but just like before, she knows every word. She knows how to form sentences, she knows how to form articles, but she can't understand the questions in the text.

But to understand this kind of thing, you must first integrate into this civilization and the thinking that this civilization has. Xuan Mo thinks that it is difficult for her to do it, so she can only grit her teeth and hold on.

Lin Yueyue froze for a while, looked at the notebook with the questions in her hand, and suddenly turned to Yi Hailan with a smile: "Squad leader, you know how to do the first question anyway, the second question is similar to the first question, you should have some ideas Tell me." As he said that, the notebook had been placed on Yi Hailan's desk involuntarily.

Yi Hailan raised his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he seemed unhappy, but he had to perform some duties when he was called the class monitor... "Study committee member! Han Tao! Taozi! Come here and teach the topic!"

The voice fell, and a tall and thin boy stood up reluctantly in the distance, put the notebook in his hand on Lin Yueyue's seat, and said to Lin Yueyue across the two groups: "I will write the process on it. , You can see for yourself, if you don’t understand after reading it, ask me again.”

After that, he sat back in his seat and buried himself in his book.

Lin Yueyue took back the book she had put on Yi Hailan's desk with a clear face, and then sat back in her seat, her stiff body and pale expression made people want to laugh.

Yi Hailan laughed unkindly twice, seeing Xuan Mo's motionless body in front of her, and suddenly sighed.

Why does he feel that this childhood sweetheart is getting further and further away from him?

(End of this chapter)