Trajectory 2: entangled curves

He flipped through it and changed his tone: "Are you kidding me? Haven't I done it all, and done it all right?"

"It's all made up. I don't really understand it." Zhuge Qinuo can usually do this kind of math Olympiad problem, her speed is pretty fast, and her accuracy is actually pretty good. But she just follows her own ideas, and the elements of making up are more, there is no problem-solving process, let alone a systematic solution idea for each type of question.

So, she was actually telling the complete truth. Then she turned and walked away.

"Didn't you want me to teach you how to do the questions? Where are you going now?" Huang Cangran shouted at her back.

"Move the stool!" She didn't look back.

Zhuge Qinuo's honesty and lack of resistance left Huang Cangran speechless, but her attitude was so real...

Not wanting to be petty, he began to look through some questions carefully. There were indeed no problems with the questions involving regular calculations.

"It seems that she is still smart," he judged.

However, for some application questions, although there is no standard way to answer them, they are actually not a big problem.

But some questions are really hard to describe in a few words. In order to describe the process, I almost wrote it like a short essay, and there is no system to answer the questions.

Zhuge Qinuo carried a stool and walked in. As soon as he saw her, he asked, "When do you want me to teach you? How do you want me to teach you?"

"Just do your own thing and you'll be fine when you have time." Zhuge Qinuo was busy placing the stool he had brought over. "Teaching? I don't know. You're the teacher."

"Then let's go from the beginning to the end, one by one. I'll talk about 10 courses today." Huang Cangran began to plan.

"Ten?" She sat on the stool.

"How much?" Huang Cangran asked.

"More! I'm afraid I won't be able to understand it. My mind will be confused if I think too much," she replied.

"5 ways!"

"it is good."

The two quickly reached an agreement.

"OK, leave it to me. Call me teacher!" Huang Cangran straightened his back.

Not only did Zhuge Qinuo remain silent, his face was full of disgust.

"You have to have some attitude when asking for advice from others, right?" He was a little dissatisfied.

"Brother Cangran has finished his homework, right?" This sentence directly knocked out Huang Cangran.

"You are my mother's lackey. You are controlling me." He just complained angrily.

Zhuge Qinuo: "Mom? Speaking of this, when you were little you didn't really like being my..."

Huang Cangran had already anticipated what she was going to say. He glanced at her and asked, "What's yours?"

Zhuge Qinuo really didn't want to ask this dandy boy to be his teacher.

"As a teacher, you should take the lead," she said.

"Shut up! Write down your thoughts on this question for me." All he could think about was how he must not bring up the shameful memories of their childhood.

Huang Cangran entered the teaching mode, and Zhuge Qinuo also changed his mindset.

Although I don't know if he can really teach, I don't expect to learn much from him. I will learn a little from him, and if I can't learn anything, I will just treat it as helping my godmother to babysit the children.

As she thought about this, she looked at the question Huang Cangran pointed at and was shocked. It was indeed one of those questions that were made up.

"Are you sure you want to see it?" she asked

Huang Cangran raised his head and motioned for her to do it.

A few minutes later……

Huang Cangran gave a thumbs up and flipped through the homework at the back of Zhuge Qinuo: "Are these without steps forced together in this way?" Then he picked up a draft that Zhuge Qinuo used to do a question, with a look of disgust on his face.

It was obvious that this thumbs-up was full of ridicule. Zhuge Qinuo didn't want to argue with him and answered honestly: "Yeah!"

After she gave an affirmative answer, Huang Cangran pulled Zhuge Qinuo's stool over.

"What are you doing?" She almost bumped into the table.

"If you don't look closer, how can you see clearly?" Huang Cangran tapped the draft paper with a pen: "Look carefully!"

Following this rhythm, the two of them finished the five questions. Zhuge Qinuo felt that Huang Cangran's ideas were very clear, and his expression was also clear. After his explanation, he really felt like he had suddenly seen something new. He could also say that he had a new respect for Huang Cangran.

"Thank you!" she said sincerely.

This surprised Huang Cangran.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Zhuge Qinuo changed the subject: "Where are your previous exercises? Can you show them to me?"

Huang Cangran: "Exercises? Are you sure? I'm a junior high school student, and I'm doing exercises for elementary school?"

"Books are fine. I can study first." Zhuge Qinuo swore that she was not sincere. She also wanted to rest, but whether it was to solve Feng Ping's troubles or to repay Huang Cangran's teaching, she felt that it was particularly important to let him return to the learning state.

The purpose of doing all this is to get Huang Cangran to do her homework. Her goal has not been achieved yet.

"No." Huang Cangran refused straightforwardly and threw her a copy of "One Hundred Thousand Whys". "This one looks good."

Zhuge Qinuo did not refuse and took the book. This book was about the universe and it was obvious that boys would be interested in it.

She gritted her teeth and flipped through the pages.

Huang Cangran looked at her. She could get into the mood by reading any book, and her face was full of doubts.

"Don't watch it anymore." Zhuge Qinuo said calmly and indifferently, "My problem has been solved, now it's your problem. I'll watch here, I'm the supervisor, just do your homework!"

"Why?" Huang Cangran was shocked by the attitude of this fourth-grade student.

"I don't want to lie to my godmother." She remained honest and calm.

While she was speaking, her eyes were on the book from beginning to end, not a single bit of her attention was paid to Huang Cangran.

Huang Cangran then remembered that she had spoken up for him in the morning and told Feng Ping that he had finished his homework.

But it was clearly a lie told by Zhuge Qinuo, and Huang Cangran felt inexplicably guilty. He took out his homework reluctantly but obediently started to do it.

When he started to do his homework seriously, he realized that it was still difficult for him to do his homework because he had not studied seriously for a long time.

You can't just leave it blank, right? Huang Cangran couldn't accept being laughed at by elementary school students.

No matter whether he was flipping through the book or looking up information, Zhuge Qinuo beside him didn't care at all and just read the book very seriously.

"As expected, he is still an elementary school student, so easy to fool!" He delighted.

Feel free to flip through the book. Copy down what is in the book and review the theorems you haven’t memorized clearly.

I did this for the whole morning, had a quick lunch, and continued in the afternoon.

Huang Cangran didn't feel tired at all. For the first time ever, he finished the homework for that week at 3:30 p.m. very efficiently.

I have to say, this feeling of doing homework “personally” is really good.

Huang Cangran stretched lazily.

"Is it done?" Zhuge Qinuo asked.

"Ok!"

After receiving his affirmative answer, she stood up, closed the book and put it on the stool.

"Then I'll leave. Let me borrow the book." Without asking Huang Cangran for his consent, he picked up the stool and went back to his room.