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Although he didn't write the test very nervously, it now seems that he won.
So Wu An picked up his cell phone, raised it higher and took a picture.
Old Gu on the other side noticed Wu An's actions and glared at him. Wu An quickly waved his hands and pretended nothing had happened, then sent his solution to Wei Yuanyuan.
The message had just been sent when Wei Yuanyuan suddenly turned around, frowning and gritting her teeth.
Putting down his phone, Wu An continued to attend the class.
Then, as I listened to this, I felt that what Lao Gu said was boring.
too slow.
It even feels like a waste of time and makes me anxious.
So what are you anxious about?
Wu An looked at the 2B pencil placed aside, and his heart began to stir again.
Should I draw something during this time?
Since he had prepared for the worst, Wu An had made a plan: when he was not Li Yuhua, his learning ability was average. Based on the principle of efficient learning, Wu An decided to practice painting whenever he had the chance, and attend classes at the same time.
Since I'm bored, I might as well draw something.
Continue drawing the "Armstrong Jet Cannon", but make it more difficult and use other angles to arrange the light and shadow.
Just like that, I turned to the next chapter on the draft paper and started drawing the draft.
Not long after, Wu An's mobile phone screen lit up with the message. It was Wei Yuanyuan on the other side who took a picture and replied to the message.
She was turning her head towards Wu An, feeling very unconvinced.
Old Peng on the podium noticed that Wei Yuanyuan was absent-minded, and he rarely knocked on the blackboard, making a "cough cough" sound.
Then he called out the names, "Wu An and Wei Yuanyuan, have you two finished it?"
"It's done." Wei Yuanyuan raised her hand.
"Then let's talk about this question." He said simply.
Wei Yuanyuan went up to the stage not feeling very happy yet and wrote down the process of answering the questions just now.
Wu An opened his mobile phone and saw the problem that Wei Yuanyuan had just solved. His thinking was slightly different from his own, but the result was the same.
I thought it was pretty impressive, so I watched it for a while and took note.
Peng Yulin was very satisfied with Wei Yuanyuan's answers. He frowned and called on Wu An again.
"Wu An, do you have any other way to do this?"
Wu An: “…”
It seems that they were targeted by Lao Peng after they were playing with their phones and sending pictures to each other during class?
Moreover, instead of asking Wu An to solve the problem, why not ask him to use other methods?
If it were in the past, Wu An really wouldn’t be able to handle this move.
But this time it just happened that Wu An's approach was really different from Wei Yuanyuan's.
And he thought it would be a little more clever.
So he responded with an "Oh" and put down his pen.
Go up to do the questions, then come down.
Of course the answer was correct. When he passed by Wei Yuanyuan's table, he met her eyes as she pouting.
Well, Wu An is still more proud.
He won.
Old Peng on the stage looked at the topics written by Wu An and Wei Yuanyuan and was a little surprised. He looked at them both again and sighed in his heart.
I feel that my teaching progress can no longer keep up with theirs.
He glanced at both of them, somewhat helplessly, as if tacitly agreeing that they didn't have to attend the class.
I don’t know whether the two students understood what he meant.
"Okay, let's take a look at the ideas of students Wu An and Wei Yuanyuan..."
……
The two math classes passed quickly, and Wu An drew a sketch of the "Armstrong Cyclone Jet Cannon" from another angle.
Solving Lao Gu's problem can be regarded as a contest of eight taels with Wei Yuanyuan.
It can be said that each has its own wins and losses.
But Wu An would never tell Wei Yuanyuan that he was absent-minded when doing the questions.
Especially when Peng Yulin was writing on the blackboard, Wu An was still drawing, thinking about completing the shadow of the sphere before moving on to the next step.
The speed of solving the questions became slower.
However, Lao Peng’s questions are somewhat difficult after all. Although the answers pop into my mind instantly when I see the questions, the solving process takes time.
So it seemed like he tied with Wei Yuanyuan, but in fact, Wu An won.
This result made Wu An somewhat satisfied.
It seems that studying hard and efficiently when exchanging bodies with Li Yuhua was the right choice.
The mathematical experience I accumulated the day before yesterday is still taking effect.
Not long after, the get out of class was over.
Wu An was going to find Peng Yulin to ask him to approve not coming to the evening self-study class. Last night, he had agreed with Li Yuhua that Wu An would go to the studio to practice painting at night, otherwise he would not be able to pass the art college entrance examination when he was Li Yuhua.
Peng Yulin is the class teacher, and only he can approve whether or not a student can attend evening self-study.
As soon as the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Wu An immediately went to the podium.
Peng Yulin, who was packing up his teaching plans, saw him coming up and looked at him with confusion.
"Teacher Peng, I don't think I can come to school for evening self-study in the future." Wu An said bluntly.
Peng Yulin was stunned and asked, "Why?"
"It's just... I have a friend who wants to go with me to see the teacher of No. 2 Middle School to strengthen our review..." Wu An pinched his nose and looked away, not daring to face Peng Yulin.
It's a lie after all.
If Peng Yulin knew that he wanted to paint, he would definitely kick him out and firmly disagree.
Only by bringing out the name of Nancheng City's key high school, No. 2 High School, could Peng Yulin be convinced.
Peng Yulin was stunned. The stern look on the face of this fifty-year-old teacher turned complicated.
I feel like I have been abandoned by my students.
#72 What a sinful man
Peng Yulin is the best math teacher at Changhong No. 1 High School—he didn’t call himself that, but was recognized by the entire school.
He has more teaching achievements than the current math teacher of the senior high school elite class, whether it is the awards he won in the city's teacher competitions or the grades his students have achieved.
There are two key middle schools in Nancheng City, one is the No. 2 Middle School and the other is the No. 3 Middle School. Both schools offered him a high salary to be a teacher, but he refused to go.
"Every high school needs a leader. If I leave here, who will take over?" This is how he rejected those temptations at the beginning.
In this way, he worked diligently in this high school for more than ten years. When the school moved to a new campus a few years ago, he immediately applied to take charge here.
So much so that some parents believe that their children are extremely lucky to be able to study in the class taught by Teacher Peng Yulin.
Because of his achievements, Peng Yulin is proud of himself.
I am just proud that he can teach his students well.
But when Wu An said in front of him that he wanted to find a teacher at No. 2 Middle School for targeted learning, he felt very uncomfortable.
It was as if I was abandoned by my students, and the teaching level that I was proud of could not meet the expectations of good students.
He put down the lesson plan he had just prepared, opened the enamel cup and drank a sip of water. He looked at Wu An, who seemed a little guilty, and asked, "Which teacher is it?"
He wanted to know who was going to steal his student.
He knows quite a lot of people in Nancheng City's powerful community of mathematics teachers.
This question was beyond Wu An's expectations. He panicked for a moment, but then he calmed down.
"Well, Mr. Peng, this is not very convenient, you know..."
"Okay, okay." Peng Yulin waved his hand and sighed.
Peng Yulin knew what Wu An meant.
The country promotes education equality, and now it is not allowed for regular teachers to privately train students after class. However, some teachers will give students private lessons for the sake of their students, or for the sake of a better life, and even Peng Yulin is no exception.
So, since Wu An doesn't want to say anything, we can't force him.
Peng Yulin began to organize the lesson plans again, and asked as he did so, "Why, do you think I'm speaking too slowly? Do you want to look for someone better?" He asked Wu An in a relaxed tone, but it still seemed to reveal a hint of sourness.
"Ah, this." Wu An didn't know how to answer for a moment, and then nodded.
Judging from today's lecture, it is indeed a bit slow.
"Alright, alright." Peng Yulin waved his hand again, "Go ahead."
He agreed: "You and Wei Yuanyuan are indeed progressing faster. I have to take care of most people. If you want to go faster, it would be better to find a faster teacher."
Peng Yulin was telling the truth. Even if his self-esteem was at work, he should not let his pride let others waste their time.
"Well, thank you, Teacher Peng!" Wu An breathed a sigh of relief.
I thought Lao Peng would not agree, but the process was easier than I imagined.
But after Peng Yulin nodded, his eyes suddenly widened like bells, which was the signature fierce expression of "Peng Lao Hu".
"But I have to warn you." He picked up the lesson plan he had prepared: "You don't have to come, but if your grades drop, you will be in trouble. So come back to class!"
"Also, don't lie to me and use this as an opportunity to fall in love! I know you have a relationship with that girl downstairs, you can't hide it from me."
"Also, there will be a test for class placement at the end of this month, so take it easy."