Traps Of Love

"Good!" Leng Jinyu stood up domineering, pushed back the chair, squinted over the Mathematical Olympiad problem on the blackboard, "I accept the challenge, but this problem is too simple, it's insulting my intelligence."

The title is too simple...

it insults intelligence quotient...

can this be more arrogant, arrogant and shameless!

The atmosphere of the whole class has become very delicate, even Han Cong is so angry that his veins are jumping. You know, no one in the class can solve this problem. Leng Jinyu is absolutely slapping her face!

Han Cong is going to catch Leng Jinyu's ear to teach him a lesson.

But his hand directly lost, saw Leng Jinyu extremely light side body to avoid, delicate face with a faint smile.

"Mr. Han, let's take out all the difficult problems of Mathematical Olympiad finale." Leng Jinyu opened her mouth easily, revealing her two white and beautiful little tiger teeth, and a beautiful face. When she laughed, she didn't look good.

Now, not only Wang Mengyao, but also all the other girls in the class blushed and became tomatoes. For the first time, they found out that this usually silent student who cut in the class was so moving and even more beautiful than the girls.

Because of this brighter smile than the sun, they suddenly forgive Leng Jinyu's arrogance and provocation, and feel that no matter what he says, they are absolutely justified.

It's so eye-catching -

the boys in the class have very different expressions, one by one like a fried chicken fighting, staring at Leng Jinyu with fierce hostility.

"Son of a bitch! I don't pay attention to people! "

"How dare you say such a big thing! Don't beat me

"Don't leave after school today. Wait in the classroom. An eight year old kid still looks down on us!"

Han Cong's chilly eyes swept around, directly turned around and grabbed a wooden ruler from the bottom of the lecture and banged his head on the platform, "you're going to turn the world upside down! Right? Today, after school, I'll stay for tutoring, and none of them will leave! "

The whole class immediately calmed down, and the most fierce boy just now sat upright and didn't dare to say a word.

Han Cong's anger didn't disappear at all. He glared at Leng Jinyu angrily, "you, come up!"

Leng Jinyu rarely obediently came out from behind the table and stood beside the blackboard. Her small body stood straight, and there was a kind of indescribable confidence in her eyebrows.

Han Cong is stunned for a moment. I don't know why he just lost his displeasure to Leng Jinyu. He even has a little unrealistic expectation. He thinks that maybe this child is really a legendary genius.

But soon he completely denied this ridiculous idea. If Leng Jinyu really had the ability, he would not be called a white paper every time. Besides, this smelly boy sleeps every time in class. He doesn't believe that anyone can learn everything without listening to the teacher, unless he meets a genius in a hundred years!

But genius is not a dumpling. If you want to make one, you can't find it among thousands of people! What's more, if such a small child really has this ability, he will have to go to heaven. How can he hide his ability and keep such a low profile until now!

Don't believe it! Don't believe it! He didn't believe it!

With this thought, Han Cong's anger burns to his brow. He believes that Leng Jinyu is deliberately teasing and satirizing his teaching ability, suggesting that the class he teaches is not good.

His whole blood was boiling and burning. He grabbed the ruler and continued to knock on the lecture, "Zhen Xiaoming, Hu Binbin, you also come up!"

It seems that it is impossible not to teach Leng Jinyu a lesson! Hu Binbin is a muscle and no head, but Zhen Xiaoming is his proud disciple, a well-trained representative of mathematics class, and the best student of mathematical logical thinking in the class!

If he doesn't believe it, Zhen Xiaoming can't do what Leng Jinyu can do!

"Coming, Mr. Han!" Hu Binbin swings his arm and goes on the stage. The big man of 1.6 meters has pressed Leng Jinyu's head and makes a provocative gesture to Leng Jinyu. It seems that he will win before he does.

When Zhen Xiaoming came up, he was serious and murderous. He chose the most chalk, and he was also absolutely confident.

The whole class of boys are excited to look at the stage, the girls show nervous expression, a time of tension to the extreme.

"Now, the one who works out the fastest wins." Han Cong said with a straight face that when his eyes fell on Leng Jinyu, he stayed for a long time.

Dare to challenge his authority, he will be the first to come up with a fifth grade Mathematical Olympiad, to combat Leng Jinyu's arrogance!

The whole room was quiet, even the sound of dropping a pin could be heard. The sound of Han Cong's chalk knocking on the blackboard was like a thunderstorm. Everyone was staring at the blackboard, and the title came out quickly, "there is a string of numbers. The sum of any four adjacent numbers is equal to 25. The first number is known to be 3, the sixth number is 6, and the eleventh number is known to be 11 It's 7. What's the number of 2008 in this seriesPoof - the number of 2008?! This problem is too difficult!

The whole class suddenly collapsed, even a few excellent people who want to try to do the problem, also a white face, completely give up the desire to try to solve the problem.

Zhen Xiaoming is in a depressed mood, anxious to sweat.

Hu Binbin is also anxious, carelessly clatters, strength is too big, carelessly directly pinches the chalk into crumbs, makes the hand full of ash.

Leng Jinyu narrowed her eyes. She didn't even bother to write. She only said a number "9" leisurely.

Han Cong's face turned white, red and black. His mind was in a mess and he couldn't speak in shock.

The correct answer is indeed 9!

But in such a short time, Leng Jinyu didn't even calculate with chalk. How did he figure out the answer! Is it true!

The blind cat must be right when he meets a dead mouse!

"What the hell?" Hu Binbin is at a loss and pokes Zhen Xiaoming, who is deep in thought and racking his brain to answer questions, with his arm.

Zhen Xiaoming impatiently turned his head and ignored him, "don't disturb my calculation!"

"Don't worry, someone has got it right." Han Cong's voice was trembling, and there was an incredible emotion surging in his eyes. His face was more solemn than ever.

"Mr. Han, I'll announce it later. I haven't finished it yet." Zhen Xiaoming wrote on the blackboard in a sweat, and the answer is 7.

"yes, yes." Hu Binbin, holding chalk, scribbled down his basketball suit number on the blackboard, and his lucky number was "6"

the students in the class were confused and looked at Han Cong.