I studied abroad in modern times

Mathematics doesn't lie, but it insults.

Teacher Bai talked a lot, and Zheng Fa already sounded like every word was being beaten on his head.

"Do you understand now?"

He heard Teacher Bai ask himself, raised his head and gave him a confused expression.

"And you?"

The old man asked Tang Lingwu on the side.

"Absolutely." Tang Lingwu said softly, "This isn't difficult, is it?"

Teacher Bai looked at Tang Lingwu and nodded, then looked at Zheng Fa and sighed deeply.

Zheng Fa: ...Although you two didn’t target me, I feel that the scoldings you both made were quite dirty.

"I'll say it again, classmate Zheng, please listen carefully."

Teacher Bai didn't give up. He picked up the pen again and wanted to break it into pieces and feed it to Zheng Fa's mouth bit by bit.

Then he made Zheng Fa understand that if you don't work hard at some things, you won't know that you are really not good at it.

Tang Lingwu on the side had already begun to yawn out of boredom. Zheng Fa's face was still confused and he could only say he half understood.

"I have never taught a student as stupid as you!"

Teacher Bai flicked the pen in his hand and said angrily.

Zheng Fa was also a little frustrated, and he heard Tang Lingwu on the side whisper:

"Teacher Bai used to be a professor at Beijing University. You can't compare to normal."

Zheng Fa was really comforted. Beijing University was the top university in the country, and it was much higher grade than Zheng Fa's dream school, Jiangnan University.

Zheng Fa is very self-aware. He can only be regarded as a hard worker, but he cannot be regarded as a genius.

But the old man became more and more anxious, his mouth full of disgust.

"fool!"

"I don't have a clear mind!"

"Are all the students in Qingshui Middle School like you? I think the salary Teacher You gets is all mental damage compensation!"

Zheng Fa's mentality was very stable, but the old man had obviously exhausted his patience.

He kept scolding Zheng Fa.

Even halfway through the lesson, he angrily abandoned Zheng and Fa and ran to the balcony to smoke.

Zheng Fa didn't break the defense, he taught him how to break the defense.

"Are you okay?" Tang Lingwu was listening to the old man's evaluation of Zheng Fa. Now looking at Zheng Fa's expression, she was full of sympathy: "What Teacher Bai just said was a bit excessive."

"He is used to teaching those geniuses. If he teaches me again, it will be a disaster for him." Zheng Fa said that his mentality is very stable.

This kind of scolding is actually a bit more elegant compared to those shabby jokes in Zhuangzi.

"That's right..." Tang Lingwu nodded: "I heard him say before that he didn't understand how those who got perfect scores in the college entrance examination mathematics dared to apply for the Mathematics Department of Beijing University."

"?"

"Because true geniuses mostly come through competitions."

Tang Lingwu explained, and Zheng Fa once again understood deeply how he, a person who could only occasionally reach 130 in mathematics, was a dead wood in Teacher Bai's heart.

"But he went too far."

"It's okay. It's a good thing to be strict with me!" Zheng Fa also comforted Tang Lingwu.

The girl looked at him deeply and said with admiration: "I found that you are quite generous. I wouldn't be able to bear it if it were me!"

…

"Okay, you won't be able to learn anything else for a while. I'll explain it clearly to you with these pictures!" Old Man Bai finally gave up: "These pictures of yours are actually two patterns."

"Some places are probably incomplete." He added a few strokes to the pattern and drew two relatively simple figures on the paper: "These pictures are transformed from these two simplest patterns. "

Zheng Fa looked at these two figures and remembered them in his mind.

"Teaching you thirty minutes will cost me three years of my life!" Old Man Bai was still complaining, obviously regretting it and wanting to back down.

"How about I teach you?"

"Um?"

"A secret that has not been passed down, a master's unique skill." Zheng Fa smiled very innocently.

"Come on, come on!" The old man suddenly became excited and brought Zheng Fa into an empty room.

"Follow me!"

Zheng Fa said that what he taught was the true religion, and he demonstrated it to the old man by posing like a pine crane. Tang Lingwu looked on curiously, but he didn't care.

The old man twisted his body into a twisted pose.

"Pah!" Zheng Fa slapped the old man on the back of his head.

"What are you doing!"

"The position of your head is wrong!" Zheng Fa looked serious.

"oh."

Old Man Bai straightened his head obediently.

"Pop!" "Pull your arm back!"

"Pah!" "Don't hold out your belly!"

"Pa" "Stand firm on your legs!"

The sound of snapping made Tang Lingwu on the side feel pain, and she and Old Man Bai grimaced together.

"Legs forward!"

"No, no! My leg is going to be broken!"

Old Man Bai screamed miserably.

Then I heard Zheng Fa say in a tone of hatred that iron cannot become steel:

"fool!"

"Your body is not oiled?"

"Your previous master was probably so angry with you that he didn't want to teach you, so he surrendered!"

Tang Lingwu looked at Zheng Fa deeply.

I sincerely bowed deeply to the word magnanimity and apologized.

When old man Bai stood there for ten minutes and finally couldn't bear it anymore, Zheng Fa let the old man go.

According to Coach Xu, the old man's talent is indeed not good, at best, he has a below-average talent.

In addition, as I age, my bones become less flexible.

It would be good if the speed of practicing Songhe Zhuang is one-tenth that of Zheng Fa.

Old Man Bai pinched his sore arm and jumped on the spot: "Don't tell me, I feel a lot lighter."

Zheng Fa is sure that with this old man's qualifications, he can become a ghost in such a short time. It is most likely due to psychological effects.

"Then let's take our leave first."

Zheng Fa wanted to run away.

"Slow down!" Old Man Bai stopped at the door: "Have you had a good time scolding you just now? Do you want to run away?"

"..."

"Learn from me for another half hour!"

The old man pulled Zheng Fa, took out a reference book from the previous lecture from the study, and began to torture Zheng Fa.

When Zheng Fa and Tang Lingwu left, it was already around ten o'clock in the evening.

"Did you do it on purpose?" Tang Lingwu blinked in the corridor and asked Zheng Fa: "Deliberately angered Teacher Bai? Let him give you another lecture?"

"No, he did it on purpose." Zheng Fa picked up his schoolbag and looked back at her: "This old man wishes someone could teach him."

He didn't miss the flash of loneliness on Old Man Bai's face when the two said goodbye.

…

When he woke up again, he was in Zhao Mansion again.

Gao Yuan slept crookedly on the other bed, with a few papers scattered on his pillow.

Zheng Fa was so familiar with the pattern on it that he almost vomited.

After a weekend of surprise tutoring at Old Man Bai's house, although mathematics was still difficult, Zheng Fa still figured out those pictures.

At least Zheng Fa remembered how to understand the rules in mathematics.

"Are you awake?" Gao Yuan turned over in a daze, looked at Zheng Fa who was standing up, and rubbed his eyes.

"Get up quickly, Coach Xu is waiting for us."

Zheng Fa urged him. After Coach Xu handed them the Songhe Zhuang, he became the hands-off shopkeeper. Yesterday, or the day before Zheng Fa traveled to modern times.

He suddenly said that he wanted to see how the two of them were practicing these days.