Cultivation Department Shura Field

Chapter 61 Excellent
Teacher Lu put down the paper and kept looking at the first-grade boy in front of him.

She said: "You only made a mistake in one question, and you scored 96 points. You can participate in the Mathematical Olympiad group. But let me tell you the truth, I have never seen a child in the first grade of junior high school participate..."

Xu Zhe: "Is there any problem?"

Teacher Lu: "You are the first in our grade, right? Are you progressing so fast in mathematics alone, or are you also fast in other classes?"

Xu Zhe: “Mainly because I am more interested in mathematics.”

Teacher Lu: "But I want to remind you that the difficulty of the Mathematical Olympiad competition may be similar to that of high school, and many questions are more difficult than those in high school. I understand that you are very confident now, but if you encounter setbacks by then, I hope you will not There is psychological pressure..."

Xu Zhe said firmly: "Don't worry."

It's just high school mathematics, it's not like he hasn't learned it before.To review again, what kind of psychological pressure can he have?
Teacher Lu pondered for two seconds, and then looked at him with a much softer expression: "Then I will register your name now. From now on, every Saturday and Sunday, come to class at nine o'clock in the morning, okay?"

Xu Zhe nodded: "I have no problem."

"Okay, then you go back first, I have something else to do. Get ready, young man, you are really good, come on."

Teacher Lu stood up to leave.

Xu Zhe has no reason to stay here anymore.After walking out of the office, he waved goodbye to the old teacher, and then felt a vibration in his trouser pocket.

He walked a few more steps, went to the window at the end of the corridor, took out his PHS phone, and saw that it was his father calling.

Taking out your mobile phone in school is naturally risky, but no one is passing by at the end of his corridor, and there are no teachers.Besides, this is the third grade of junior high school, so there should be no teachers who know him.

Seeing that the caller's number was his father's, Xu Zhe originally wanted to hang up and call back after leaving school.But before hanging up, he thought of a question - his father almost never called him, what did he have to say to him now?
Could it be something important?

Xu Zhe remembered that when the stock market reopened a few days ago, he asked his father to invest money in it.The three thousand given previously, plus the New Year's money from grandparents, totaled 7000 yuan.After entering the stock market, after a short period of decline, it slowly rose again.And today is also a trading day...

So he answered the call.

Then I heard my father’s excited voice: “Did you know, Anyone’s yeast has reached its daily limit!”

Xu Zhe replied with a smile: "Of course I don't know. It's impossible to turn on the computer to read it at school."

Father: "Do you want to sell? You can make more money by selling high and buying low."

Xu Zhe: "Let's forget it. The upward trend is not over yet. It should be said that it is still early to reach my target price. If I buy T now and it goes flying, it will be more than worth the gain."

Father: "But the trading volume at the daily limit is very large now, and it is very likely that it will fall back later. And it may fall back tomorrow. Are you sure you want me to hold it for you?"

Xu Zhe thought for a while and asked: "How much money have you made in the stock market?"

Xu Guowei not only failed to make money in the stock market, but also lost money, so he withdrew all his money last year and neglected his stock market account.Xu Zhe only asked the first question, and Xu Guowei realized what kind of conversation would follow.

How much money have you made in the stock market?Instead of making money, we lost money.Then why do I listen to you and not to me?

So the father said helplessly: "Okay, it's your kid's money anyway, you have the final say. Don't blame me if you make less money."

"Don't worry, I won't blame you. Just leave those stocks, there is no need to operate them..."

While Xu Zhe was talking, Leng Buding was patted on the back.

Immediately afterwards, the voice of a rather dignified middle-aged male teacher came: "Which class are you in, and you openly use your mobile phone?" Xu Zhe was startled and hung up quickly.

At the same time, he turned around and saw an acquaintance - it turned out to be Wang Gang, the dean of students, the teacher Wang who often caught students violating discipline and made the bad boys of all grades fearful.

But at this time, although Teacher Wang caught Xu Zhe, his voice was still so intimidating, but the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a smile.

After all, the treatment of the savior is completely unmatched by other students.

Teacher Wang Gang smiled and asked again: "Aren't you in the first grade of junior high school? Why are you here making a phone call?"

Xu Zhe: "It's mainly because Teacher Lu came to see me for something, so I came here. Then, my dad called me just now and hung up after saying a few words."

"Teacher Lu?" Teacher Wang Gang touched his eyebrows, "Is he the one who teaches mathematics?"

Xu Zhe nodded and said calmly and naturally: "The main reason is that she asked me to participate in the Mathematical Olympiad competition."

Teacher Wang Gang: "Mathematical Olympiad competition in the first grade of junior high school? Why did Teacher Lu come to you?"

At this time, Xu Zhe showed off a little: "Because I ranked first in our grade? And because I got a perfect score in math at the end of the semester, it may seem that I am more suitable to participate in the Mathematical Olympiad competition."

Teacher Wang Gang gave an unambiguous thumbs up: "That's awesome! For a kid like you, even if you play with your phone in front of me, I won't say a word."

Xu Zhe immediately took out his PHS phone: "Teacher Wang, you also have a mobile phone, right? How about saving a number?"

"it is good!"

Teacher Wang Gang took out his mobile phone and exchanged contact information with Xu Zhe.

For Xu Zhe, saving the dean's number is like having an extra trump card in the school.If we encounter something like being targeted by high school students near the school last semester, it can be regarded as multiple peaceful channels.

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Teacher Sun, the head teacher of Class [-], Grade [-], was sitting at his desk and looking at the boy who stood up across the desk.

The expression on her face was a bit complicated: "You are going to compete in the Mathematical Olympiad, so... Teacher Zhao can make the decision to exempt you from the math homework, but it is impossible for me to exempt you from the homework in other classes with just one sentence."

Xu Zhe explained: "No, I don't want you to exempt me from all my homework. I'm just saying, can you discuss with the teachers of other classes to appropriately reduce some homework arrangements for me?"

"How to discuss it?" Teacher Sun frowned, "You want me to talk to them?"

Xu Zhe: "No. In fact, I just want to get approval from you, or agree in principle. Then, I will talk to the teachers of each class myself. Of course, you can also accompany me. I believe that all teachers It’s understandable.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the biology teacher next to him said: "I agree. There is no need to tell me. I believe in Xu Zhe's learning ability and consciousness."

Teacher Sun's brows relaxed a little, but his tone was still uncertain: "There has never been a student like this before."

Xu Zhe smiled: "In the past, our school did not participate in the Mathematical Olympiad competition in the first grade of junior high school, right?"

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