Chapter 125 (2/2)
The first class is mathematics.
The thin and small middle-aged female teacher stood on the platform, holding a triangular ruler, and knocked on the table: ”the after-school problem I set last Friday, I raised my hand.”
Shua Shua Shua, the class were actively raised their hands.
Fat Hao anxiously turned thin Hao: ”which question? I forgot it all! ”
”No, I don't know!”
Looking back, I want to ask Lu Mian for advice. I give up. My brother can't even find my math textbook.
Their flustered appearance has long been in the eyes of Pei Suzhen, a math teacher. Three of the students in the class didn't raise their hands. Yes, the three of them in the corner.
Third from the bottom, second from the bottom and first from the bottom.
He is famous for learning dregs, foam and water.
Pei Suzhen's heart was full of anger, and the triangle ruler pointed to the fat and thin brothers, ”Guo Zihao, Yuan Hao, it seems that you both know how to do it on the blackboard!”
Looking at their confused appearance, she bit her teeth to remind her: ”the last thinking question on page 32.”
Sad urge brothers had to take the textbook, despondent went to the blackboard.
A group of people waiting for a good show under the platform.
Pei Suzhen glanced at Lu Mian, who was still looking for the textbook, shaking her head and sighing.
”Some students don't think they are invincible if they do well in one subject. No matter how good the exam is, the top day is only 100 points. In the college entrance examination, the marking teacher doesn't care if you are partial to the subject... ”
She said a lot of Balabala's words, and everyone could hear them talking about Lumian.
It's a pity that Lu Mian, as if he didn't understand, hung his head and finally found a new mathematics textbook in the gap between his desk.
Opening the textbook is her greatest respect for this course.
At this time, fat Hao and thin Hao on the podium turned over the textbook and looked at the eye title. They could not help but look at each other.
Tut, this question