Let you teach, you turn the scumbags into the top students

Not an illusion.

He really got it and would do it.

It’s like someone using an invisible carving knife to deeply engrave knowledge points and problem-solving methods in their minds.

It is impossible to forget in this life.

I was stunned for a while.

Wang Zhi suddenly jumped up, and then frantically found several other rolls and found the same type of topic.

Just do it.

A minute later.

Wang Zhi gasped.

Simple.

It’s too simple.

It’s a no-brainer.

“Dad, Mom, come in, come in.”

Wang Zhi shouted frantically.

Wang Zhi’s parents heard the sound and thought that something had happened to their son, and quickly ran in.

“Son, what’s wrong son? What happened? ”

Wang Zhi’s mother’s nervous face turned white.

He’s just such a precious text, but nothing can happen.

“Dad, Mom, I… I will. ”

“What, what’s going on?”

“Question, yes, I will do the question, I really will.”

Wang Zhi frantically raised the scroll in front of him.

“What’s the matter, Ash, do you have a fever?”

Wang Zhi’s father touched Xiao Zhi’s forehead.

I didn’t have a fever.

“No, Dad, these questions… Just now, the live broadcast room…”

In his preamble and inconsistent explanation, Ash’s parents can be regarded as understanding the course of events.

“You mean… Just now you clicked into a live broadcast room, met a teacher, and explained two questions to you, and then you touched the bypass, and you knew this type of topic? ”

Ash’s father also graduated from Zheng’er Hachijing with a bachelor’s degree.

He has always had a headache for having such a scumbag son.

If it weren’t for the fact that the two looked too similar, he wondered if this was his own species.

“Yes, Dad, that’s it.”

Wang Zhi’s face turned red.

A look of excitement.

But Wang Zhi’s father didn’t believe it.

This kind of thing is too sci-fi, right?

Watch the live broadcast and do the question?

So what else does the school do?

It shouldn’t be to memorize the answer and get ready to scam me out of money.

There have been precedents for this before.

In order to expose Ash’s lies,

He simply found a few rolls directly from his desk.

I quickly found some topics of the same type and circled them.

Anyway, junior high school students, the most important thing on the desk is various types of rolls.

Without saying a word, Ash began to do the questions on the spot.

In the meantime, thinking without thinking, fluent as if changing someone.

On other topics, there will be none.

Now Ash’s parents were also dumbfounded.

They looked at Wang Zhi blankly, as if they had reacquainted themselves with their son.

Astound!

Sluggish!

Petrifaction!

This…… It seems to really be.

Not to memorize the answer in advance.

But…… How is this possible?

Ash’s parents felt bad all over.

After a while, Ash’s father finally reacted.

Grabbed Ash’s tablet like crazy.

“Quick, quick, which live room?”

Ash’s mother also reacted.

If only there really was such an immortal teacher.

No matter how much money it costs, they are willing.

But when Xiao Zhi went to find Su Yan’s live broadcast room again.

But I found that I couldn’t find anything.

Ash wanted to cry without tears, and he was about to cry out in a hurry.

Why are your hands so cheap, why close it.

Seeing the father and son busy together, it was still Ash’s mother who was calm.

“If you have a browsing history, take a look.”

“Ah, yes, yes.”

Ash’s father quickly clicked on the account’s browsing history.

“That’s it, that’s it.”

Xiao Zhi pointed to Su Yan’s live broadcast room and shouted madly.

“It’s closed.”

Ash’s father said disappointedly.

“Pay attention first, as soon as it starts, there will be a hint.”

Ash’s mother said quickly.

So, Su Yan’s live broadcast room finally waited for the first attention.

Unfortunately, the three people waited for the tablet in the middle of the night, and did not wait for Su Yan to start broadcasting again.

In the end, I could only go to sleep disappointed.

Early the next morning.

Su Yan got up refreshed.

The first thing was to take a quick shower.

The summer in Jiangcheng is also too hot.

Their dormitory had no air conditioning, so they slept all night and sweated.

After breakfast, Su Yan remembered that he seemed to have 160 teaching points that had not been drawn.

Without saying a word, go directly to the system space and draw the lottery.

After the familiar light flashed, a bronze treasure chest appeared in front of him.

Su Yan couldn’t wait to open it.

【Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the junior high school language Oika ×1].

Junior High School Language Ojika?

Su Yan was stunned.

He teaches mathematics, what does he want to do with Aoika?

The Chinese teacher in class 14 is a female teacher in her thirties.

His name is Zhang Yuan.

Teacher Zhang Yuan has a relatively withdrawn personality and does not deal with people very well.

Although I have been working for several years, I have not made many friends in school.

Usually he is a loner, and his popularity is not very good.

Otherwise, he would not have been assigned to take 14 shifts.

“This card is useless to me, system, can I sell it to others?”

He wanted to sell this card to Zhang Yuan?

It can also sell for a few hundred dollars, right?

He thought uncertainly.

[Sorry, Oyika cannot be sold, you can choose to destroy or use it].

The system answers.

Destroyed?

That’s too violent.

Su Yan was speechless, and could only choose to use.

A flash of light that was invisible to others flashed.

The next moment, Su Yan’s mind suddenly flooded with massive language knowledge.

It’s like using the Math Ojika, it only takes a few minutes.

The language knowledge of the entire junior high school was engraved in Su Yan’s mind.

A huge knowledge network has been formed.

Organized and well-organized.

“In the spring of the fourth year of the Qing calendar, Teng Zijing guarded Baling County. In the next year, the government will be popular, and all kinds of wastes will be prosperous, but the Yueyang Building will be rebuilt, its old system will be increased, and the poems of Tang Xian and Jinren will be engraved on it, which belongs to the composition to remember…”

Su Yan opened his mouth to come to a paragraph of “Notes on Yueyang Lou”.

Verbatim.

Even every punctuation mark, he can memorize it.

Not only that.

While reciting this “Tale of Yueyang Lou”, he felt as if he had directly become Fan Zhongyan himself.

Climbing the tall building, singing to the moon, so happy.

You know, he came from a science major.

Although when he was in school, he also memorized this “Notes on Yueyang Lou” by Fan Zhongyan.

But that was many years ago, and I have long forgotten about it.

When he was interested, he simply continued to recite it.

Because the dormitory door was not closed, the sound came out of the room and echoed throughout the corridor.

A piece of ancient text was recited to the end.

“Snap!”

There was a sudden round of applause at the door.