Zongman: Kulaixiku, resurrection!

Haneda Academy has an old tradition that has been passed down for decades.

Every year around the beginning of July, the school organizes a series of activities for students, including but not limited to study tours, school festivals, and baseball tournaments. This is followed by a three-day final exam, which covers five subjects: Chinese, algebra, geometry, physics, English, and history. It is basically the same as many nearby schools.

The activities are arranged so intensively that students have no time to review at all, so that they can show their true learning level through the final exam...at least that was the case in previous years.

After the exam notice for this year came out, in Baihe Sanhui's opinion, the three-day exam was changed to one and a half days, the five subjects were suddenly changed to six subjects, and an additional subject, mathematical statistics, was added, which is almost only taught in universities.

Is this just a way to make a quick buck from the make-up exam fees?

Both the students and the teachers upstairs and downstairs were complaining.

Students had to rely on only a dozen pages of content in the math textbook to understand a subject worth four credits in Chinese universities within two weeks; the teachers were caught off guard. More than a dozen math teachers worked all night preparing test questions and review materials. If there were too many students failing, they would also have their bonuses deducted.

Of course, these exams have nothing to do with the school doctor, Kashiwa Sanhui. What they have to do with is the school festival in a few days.

"So, you want me to prepare a show for the school festival in the name of many teachers and perform it for a bunch of old white guys who are here to investigate the investment environment?"

Facing the smiling principal's wife, Kashiwa Sanhui pointed at himself in confusion.

"Sodayo, Dr. Kashiwa." The principal's wife respectfully poured Kashiwa Sanhui a cup of tea. "You know, most of the teachers in our school are nerds who can do nothing but teach."

"You're different. You're a young health teacher who just graduated from university a few years ago. You're full of energy and vitality. I think you can also show the youthful and energetic atmosphere of our Hanaoka Academy."

By "vibrant," do you mean the poor cultural development since you took office and the five terrible campus 80 incidents that have occurred in seven days? Yuqiu's reputation outside is really bad!

All I can say is that some people are born geniuses and can complete the journey that others would take half a lifetime to complete in just half a year.

The transport team leader counts as one, and the old woman in front of him who is dressed elegantly and wears heavy makeup counts as another.

It’s over, it seems that these two are both principals, what a hell.

Seeing Baihe Sanhui's speechless and hesitant look, the principal's wife added anxiously, "You don't need to put in any extra effort. They're just a bunch of old white men. Just put on some old songs or something to appease them."

Old Deng? Investment research is not the job of the extremely conservative Old Deng. You're just trying to find a bunch of old guys to pry money out of them. Old woman, do you like money or not?

"...Okay, but I need someone to help me, like a few English teachers or something."

Refusing orders from superiors is still a taboo in Japan's social environment. It is easy to be ostracized by the class teachers you have to deal with on a daily basis, making it difficult to do student work.

These class teachers are usually so busy with their students that they are almost exhausted, yet they still have time to form small groups. It's really awkward.

Besides, this matter seems to be quite interesting.

We already played Vietnamese songs last time, so what should we do this time? How about asking the old man to mail my grandfather's old charge horn over?

"Thank you so much, Dr. Baihe. I'll ask those nerds to help you!"

In the eyes of the principal's wife, any outcome is a good thing. If Kashiwa Sanhui can coax those old guys into giving, she can make a lot of money to herself; if she fails to coax them, she can try to fire him at next month's board of directors meeting on the grounds that he is detrimental to the business environment and development of the school. It's a win-win situation either way.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Kashiwa Sanhui left the principal's wife's office and returned to his own small infirmary.

"Doctor, you're back."

Deng had been sitting in the infirmary waiting for a long time, not even planning to go to class. Either he didn't want to listen to the ultimate hypnotic AMSR in the first math class, or he had heard from Aine that he occasionally taught her some Chinese-specific tricks to score points, like geometric construction and finding the roots of equations.

It’s not that Deng didn’t have the opportunity to learn these things systematically, but the knowledge he had learned in the third year of high school couldn’t save the little Deng in the first year of high school.

"Well, good morning, Deng." Kashiwa Sanhui stretched out in the office chair he had bought at his own expense. After stretching his muscles, he said hello to Deng lazily. "Aren't you going to class?"

Deng shook his head quite seriously: "Mathematics, I don't understand!"

"Aine said you're a good teacher, so please teach me!"

Didn’t Aine, the traitor in the trench, say that she would keep it a secret and then secretly surprise everyone?

"...Your teacher will mark your absence, right?" Although he said that, Kashiwa Miki still opened the textbook that Aine had left here.

What if you can chase away this cute little penguin? Just spoil her.

"Don't be afraid, I twisted my ankle again. Ouch, it hurts!"

Please don't read it too literally, just act it out a little more realistically, Mr. Gao Songdeng.

"Ah...what has Deng learned now?"

"Conic sections!"

No, Aine just said yesterday that we were only learning about systems of equations. Aren't you two in the same class? Who of you is lying to me?

After recalling it in his mind for a while, Baihe Sanhui wrote down some formulas on the draft paper that looked like the heavenly book in the eye of the lamp.

"If I remember correctly, these are the basic formulas from the book, right?"

Surface integrals, curve integrals and multiple integrals, is this the power that a high school student like Deng should get involved in?

Deng looked at Baihe Sanhui aggrievedly, half of her eyes were filled with confusion, and the other half was that she felt that Baihe Sanhui thought she was annoying so he gave her something she couldn't understand to fool her.

"Doctor, I've never seen these things before."

His mind finally came to its senses, Baihe Sanhui's face turned red, and he coughed twice to ease the embarrassment.

"Uh, sorry, Deng, my occupational disease has kicked in."

It’s all the fault of those rebellious kids in the dormitory who beg their greatest father to teach them how to review advanced mathematics all day long.

After crossing out the forbidden power formulas, Kashiwa Sanhui started drawing on the draft paper again.

"That's right... So we need to learn how to use the coordinate system to determine the ellipse..."

boom--

Join in the fun and Aion Hall is here!

"Tomorin is secretly making progress. How despicable!"

Aiyin kicked open the small door of the infirmary as if she was going home, pulled out the small chair that Xiangzi had hidden in the cabinet, unfolded it, and sat down next to Kashiwa Sanhui.

"Ke-chan, you traitor, you actually secretly taught Tomorin math. Didn't we agree to keep it a secret?"

Wasn't it you who leaked the information?

"I want to listen too! Tomorin, don't try to steal my first place!"

Symptoms of opening champagne are suspected to be transmitted from person to person, and the bassist opened it first, then the guitarist.

"...So what did you learn?"

No one cared, the pink-haired Husky was competing with the little penguin.

Baihe Sanhui really wanted these two uneducated guys who only wanted to take shortcuts to get out and go back to class.

But there's nothing I can do. They're all lovely and good girls, and I can't bear to chase them away.

"So are we talking about systems of equations or conic sections?"

"Equations!" "Conic sections!"

For a moment, the infirmary was a little quiet.

Aine and Deng looked at each other.

"Tomorin, we just finished the system of equations yesterday, right? Shouldn't we be reviewing it?"

"Aine, today the teacher is teaching about conic sections, and the doctor is talking about conic sections!"

"...Tell me everything, don't be impatient."

Well, I just pamper her, so what can I do to drive her away?