Chapter 92: 【092】Close your eyes

The early self-study at Styland Royal Academy is always quieter than Styland's after school.
But today, what is unusual is that there are waves of reading in the classroom of Class A of the year. That's right, it's really the sound of reading books, all of which are being affected by various formulas, concepts and theorems.
The reason is actually very simple, that is, An Chuxia said: If you don't memorize the key points you just marked out, you will come up directly to talk to her with your fist after class.
Fist is actually just a cover, the point is that the activists in their class have been completely mobilized by An Chuxia. After class, one by one, when the key points were tested and tested one by one, all the people who were drawn could recite what she asked for.
Although there are a few people who are not fluent in recitation, they can be regarded as recitation.
She raised her mouth with satisfaction, and she smiled and said: "Look at you, you all think you are stupid idiots than pigs. In fact, they are all too modest. They are all geniuses in reading!"
That's how she can give a candy after scolding or giving a severe lesson to classmates. Obviously, all the people in Class A like her.
Only the head teacher was in tears, thinking about how many years he had been studying poetry and books, and finally got a stunt teacher certificate and came to Styland to teach. He did not expect that the teaching level was not as good as a student. Of course I am very grateful to An Chuxia while feeling.
Her future must be infinitely bright. At least it can be better than this old man like him!
The retest scores organized by Class A were corrected by the head teacher and other teachers in Class A, and came out before lunch. An early summer was exempted from the exam, but only three of the forty students in the class had more than three wrong questions. More than ten students got full marks, including An Chenchuan.
Every time a test is taken, a few are happy and a little sad. No, these three wrong questions are standing on the podium waiting to be beaten.
An Chuxia paced right and left on the podium, occasionally falling on the three heavenly kings with cold eyes. The three of them have always scored zero in the class. Although there were more than three wrong questions this time, none of them exceeded eight. It can be said that this is the most breakthrough in their personal history.
"Extend your hand yourself." She didn't know when she took a paddle in her hand, and patted the platform lightly, making a terrifying sound.
The three of them trembled involuntarily, but they still held out a hand in resignation.
"Close your eyes." An Chuxia reminded kindly.
All three of them closed their eyes and gritted their teeth. However, An Chuxia put down the ruler and took three books from the podium and distributed them one by one.
Suspiciously, he opened his eyes and looked at the notebook in his hand, and then looked at An Chuxia, not sure why.
"Your test is actually pretty good. Although you didn't reach the score I specified. But you don't have to say hello to the ruler, so I decided to send you a book for you, and copy the wrong questions ten times. OK?"
Smiling and blinking, a few people looked at each other and wanted to hug An Chuxia. But thinking that she is a girl, I can only scratch the back of her head and go down with the notebook.
"I hope you can fully believe in your own strength and potential under the premise of working hard. In the next few days, I will give me all the key points. The daily homework is to copy all the key points 3 times, memorize them, and exchange the backs at the same table. . Then in the last lesson in the afternoon, I draw back. If I can’t learn, I prepare the notebook and copy it 30 times. If I still can’t learn it every day, then..."
"Forty times?" someone asked.
An Chuxia smiled and said, "No, it is three hundred times."