Madam Han, Your Vest Has Fallen Off

The head teacher of Class F is a middle-aged teacher with a flat head who looks amiable and wears a black frame.

He is relatively short, and has a mild heart attack like Xia Dingwen, but as long as it is not something irritating, there is no problem.

The class teacher's surname is Xu, and his name is Xu Ping. He is also the chemistry teacher of Class F and Class A.

Xu Ping's class teacher, who was diligently correcting his homework, felt a figure around him, put down the red pen, pushed his glasses and looked at Chu Ning.

Said kindly: "Classmate Chu Ning, since you have chosen to come to school, you will listen to classes well in the future. It is now the last year of high school. You can't go fishing for three days and two days on the net like before."

Although he served as the head teacher of the worst class in the entire middle school, he still satisfies his duties as the head teacher should do, and does not favor any of his classmates.

For Chu Ning, a student who often skipped classes and took a year off, Xu Ping adopted the method of saying more if he could.

Maybe this classmate listened to it one day, and then worked hard to get out a dark horse.

Moreover, yesterday he heard from the office talking about Chu Ning's good mathematics, although he had not witnessed it personally.

Xu Ping tried to persuade him again, but the other party didn't answer him, and he didn't know if Chu Ning listened.

"Oh, I heard that your math grades are very good, is this true?" Forget it, he should stop persuading him, and if he persuaded, she might skip class again.

Let's get straight to the point and get straight to the subject.

Xu Ping helped his glasses, why is he so tired every time he faces this female classmate!

Chu Ning did not say yes, nor said bad: "It's fine."

Xu Ping:...

How did the old man Xia tell him yesterday that Chu Ning is a rising star in the mathematics world, and that she doesn't want to make a test with a zero score in the exam. That's because she doesn't want to write.

I also praised Chu Ning's talent with him, but what did this kid say?

Still passable?

This is too much to praise Teacher Xia, who has always been obsessed with mathematics.

Fortunately, he didn't plan to entangle Chu Ning with this aspect. He pulled out an application form from the irregularly piled books.

"Teacher Xia strongly recommends you to participate in this competition. Each class chooses three students. There is still one place, so let's choose you."

Xu Ping pushed the registration form towards Chu Ning, and took out a gel pen from the pen holder.

Chu Ning's eyes fell on the headline of the registration form: Beijing No. 1 Middle School Mathematics Competition Form

"He asked me to go?" Chu Ning asked.

This math competition should be selected in the school first, then the whole city, and then the whole country. It is an international competition that passes the whole country.

Xu Ping felt a little strange when he heard this, but didn’t think too much, nodded and said, “Ms. Xia recommended you. Although I don’t know how your math is, since you are the one recommended by him, you can Go give it a try."

"If it doesn't work, just take it as a cutscene. Anyway, there will be a selection in the school next week. It doesn't matter if it doesn't."

Xu Ping added this sentence again, just because she was afraid that Chu Ning would be under too much pressure.

In fact, he still doesn't believe that Chu Ning's mathematical talent is very good.

Chu Ning, a student, he took from high school to high school. He still doesn't know what the foundation is.

If suddenly someone tells you that the fighter in your class is actually a genius, you are definitely not a surprise, but a fright.

Chu Ning took off the gel pen and picked up the registration form, but did not fill in: "I will talk to Teacher Xia about this matter."

"Well, let's talk" Xu Ping nodded, and then suddenly reacted, "Isn't it just to sign up, what do you want to talk to him?"