Chapter 3:

Fang Shumiao took the roster of students and stood on the rostrum.
Not surprisingly, several "difficult households" including Ren Di once again escaped early self-study.
Fang Shumiao's name was finally tears in his eyes.
The attendance rate of class self-study sooner or later is directly linked to the work performance of the class committee, which is very important for Fang Shumiao who wants to compete for the seat of the student union.
However, there are too many wonderful flowers in this class. Fang Shumiao took office for three days, and his face has already started to break out.
No one except Zhu Yun paid attention to the monitor on stage. Everyone was working hard. In particular, Wu Mengxing, the representative of the high mathematics class in that corner, was about to put his face on the high mathematics book.
Zhu Yun is a bit strange.
Advanced mathematics has only taken one class so far. Teacher Zhang mainly talked about three points in class-
What does Advanced Mathematics learn?
What are the requirements of "Advanced Mathematics"?
How to learn "Advanced Mathematics"?
However, it is normal for good students to have high self-requirements. Zhu Yun straightened his mind and opened the book to read it.
After dinner at noon, Fang Shumiao went to the meeting, Ren Di disappeared, and only Zhu Yun was in the bedroom. The room was so quiet that she fell asleep in the sun and was too late to open her eyes.
The class teacher's high number lesson.
Zhu Yun ran all the way with his hair sleeping in a henhouse, praying not to call the names.
In the classroom.
Teacher Zhang is introducing calculus.
Zhu Yun was on the waist like a thief. While the teacher looked back at the blackboard, he carefully slipped in through the back door and sat near the corner of the last row.
She gasped and asked the classmates next to her.
"dot dot dot--"
"No."
... this voice.
Zhu Yun turned away her sleepy hair.
Liao.
When she entered the house, her head was too low, and she was not seen at all.
"Thank you." She whispered.
Li Yao didn't answer.
For the freshmen who have just gone through the dark high school three and have done countless metamorphosis questions, the introductory course of advanced mathematics is very simple, almost all common sense knowledge.
The simple course content allows Zhu Yun more time to focus on other things. For example, she found that the people around her were very focused at this time-although he was not focused on Teacher Zhang on the podium.
In fact, including Zhu Yun's questioning, Li Qio didn't look at her from beginning to end, all his attention was on his lap.
There is an eleven-two-inch laptop.
Zhu Yun couldn't look at it blatantly and didn't know what he was doing. He only heard him hitting the keyboard non-stop, which was very fast.
Should I put a membrane on it ... Zhu Yunxin said.
It's easy to be discovered if you knock it like no one else.
Teacher Zhang asked the class representative to answer questions.
Wu Mengxing may have learned too much in the morning, which caused him to get stuck in the afternoon. When he was called, he was so nervous that he couldn't speak completely.
"That ... that's just ..."
Wu Mengxing's face flushed, staring at the book, and he dared not raise his head.
In the quiet seconds, the faint, rhythmic percussion sounds in the back of the classroom became more and more obvious.
Before the whole class looked back, Zhu Yun coughed softly.
like water off a duck's back.
Li Zhuangyuan has obviously entered the realm of ecstasy.
It may be that the bottleneck was encountered. Li Xiao frowned and started to work harder.
Wu Mengxing was still stiff in front of him, and Teacher Zhang said in a good voice: "Don't be nervous, calling you up is the spirit. So is everyone, the first class in the afternoon is the most sleepy, stick to it." He paused and looked back. "That ... Classmate Li Xie, you answer it."
There was no response to the name. Zhu Yun hesitated whether to formally remind him that the student on the other side of Li Jiao had already spoken.
"Hey, how about you."
He kicked Li Diao under the table, and Li Diao finally looked up.
The classmate said very quickly to him in a voice that could only be heard in the last row: "Practice the sixth question after class and decompose the compound function."
The book has always been laid out, Li Xiao glanced down.
The student went on to say: "From the outside to the inside, the first--"
Li Yao put the notebook on the ground and got up.
As he stood up, a scent was brought up ...
Zhu Yun took a light breath.
Shower Gel?
"Y = 2u, u = -v2, v = sinw, w = 3x."
It seems to be minty.
"Correct, please sit down." Teacher Zhang said with satisfaction.
The back neck of the class representative turned red and spicy.
Li Yao sat down, and the students next to him said a little excitedly: "It's so fast."
Gao Jianhong.
Zhu Yun's impression of him stayed during the military training. At that time, Fang Shumiao was devastated by various chores.
He is a sunny boy, very popular in the class.
Li Qiu's thoughts were interrupted by Teacher Zhang's questions, and he didn't seem to be in the mood to continue anymore. He buttoned his computer and chatted with Gao Jianhong next to him.
The bell rings after class.
Zhu Yun held the book and stood up at the same time as Li Yao beside him. She subconsciously paused ...
You go first.
She followed Li Xie and Gao Jianhong and left the classroom.
The hallway was full of students who had finished class. She looked up. Li Gao's height and the back of her gold head were very prominent in the crowd. He held the computer and books in one arm and squeezed it in his trouser pockets, thin and slender.
Fang Shumiao returned to the dormitory and saw that Zhu Yun was the only one in the room, and suddenly his face collapsed.
"What should I do." Fang Shumiao came to Zhu Yun with a stool and sat down.
"I'm going to die," Fang Shumiao complained, holding Zhu Yun's arm. "How much do they dislike self-study, how did they get into this school?"
"Don't be excited first."
"How can I not be excited, look at the attendance rate of my class, I'm going to be finished."
"..."
Fang Shumiao's throat was dumb.
Zhu Yun gave her an idea, "Shall you talk to Teacher Zhang?"
"is that useful?"
"Let him talk to them. After all, the teacher must be more deterrent."
"It makes sense." Fang Shumiao eagerly tried and moved back with the stool.
The phone shook and Zhu Yun took a look at it, which was her mother's phone. She left the bedroom with her mobile phone and answered at the balcony at the end of the corridor.
Mother shouted as usual.
"Is the class nervous?"
"Not nervous, just started school."
"How is the teacher?"
"pretty good."
"Listen to the teacher, don't worry your mother."
"How old are I? I don't know if I'm good or not?"
The mother smiled softly on the phone: "I know, you have always been the pride of your mother. By the way, how are your classmates?"
Uh……
Zhu Yun thought reflexively of Cake Girl and the Golden Monster.
"It's kind of character."
"Has character?"
Zhu Yun's mother's lengthy discussion turned the subject and said: "Yes, our squad leader and I share a bedroom with a good girl."
The mother was taken away.
"Then you should get along well with others."
Zhu Yun told Fang Shumiao's worry about the election of the student union to her mother, but she brought the specific characters involved in it in one sentence.
"You have to help her." The mother finished and said, "She is a good boy. If you have the ability, you can help her as much as possible. Anyone who has just skipped class just after school is so unreasonable."
"……Ok."
The mother solemnly said: "Many students regard the college entrance examination as the end point. This is a very wrong concept. The university is the real place to teach the foundation. This is not the end, not even the central post. It must not be taken lightly."
"Ok."
Seemingly a lengthy discussion in the other direction, Zhu Yun took a mobile phone in a different posture.
After twenty minutes of speaking clearly, the mother concluded:
"... Okay, although it is important to study hard, but also pay attention to the combination of work and rest. Go out and stroll around, don't always stay in the house."
"Ok."
Zhu Yungang was about to say a concluding remark, and his mother spoke again—
"Also, you are too young, have not been in contact with society, and the values ​​are very immature. Do not use ignorance as fun, and rudeness as a character, you know?"
"..."
I thought it would be naive to change the topic in one sentence.
Putting down the phone, Zhu Yun happened to touch Fang Shumiao who came back from outside.
Fang Shumiao sweated and told Zhu Yun that he had communicated with Teacher Zhang.
"Mr. Zhang meant to let the class committee get in touch first, and let him talk if it didn't work. He said that after all, just after school, let the teacher talk to the students directly, it's too formal."
Zhu Yun nodded, and then saw Fang Shumiao's expectant expression.
"..."
Fang Shumiao took Zhu Yun's hand: "Help."
"..........................."
Zhu Yun referred to his mother's words and said, "Also, who do you want me to talk to?"
Fang Shumiao: "The hardest part is those two."
"Let me go?" Zhu Yun sweated.
Fang Shumiao: "Then you choose one."
"Ren Di."
Fang Shumiao took a deep breath, "OK, then I'll go find Li Diao." She whispered to Zhu Yun, "I saw Ren Di just now, she is on the playground."
Zhu Yun looked out of the balcony.
It was getting dark, and the playground in the distance was dark, like a beast that swallowed people.
"I went to see."
Zhu Yun bought two cups of milk tea downstairs, ready to wait for the talks.
After a day of class, a large number of students walked in the direction of the living area, and Zhu Yun was retrograde on the gray concrete road.
The playground was surrounded by tall barbed wire, and Zhu Yun walked around to the entrance. He raised his eyes and saw two figures.
It stands to reason that in such a dark sky, it is difficult to see clearly.
But I ca n’t help but I like to bring my computer everywhere.
There are sporadic exercisers on the playground. In the center is the football field. The quality of the football field of our school is not high, the grass is not new, and even a sense of desolation. Many students who love to play football have complained about it.
Zhu Yun thought it was pretty good here.
Imagine one day a couple sitting in this wild grass and watching the night sky without stars ... This kind of permanent and outdated literary and artistic performance is quite attractive.
Then, now—
Zhu Yun recovered.
Both target figures are in front.
On, still not on.
this is a problem.