Sine theorem

The quarrel in the office lasted for a long time.

Yan Jin had been standing outside the office for a while, his back was sticking to the cold tiles like a boneless one, and his light blue summer school uniform was not well worn, it was loosely worn on him.The buttons were not fastened properly, and the delicate and beautiful collarbone under the school uniform was slightly exposed.

He put his feet against the wall and knocked on the floor one after another. By the way, he listened to his father's constant apology in the office and the grade director's whispered persuasion to another man:

"I fell all over. There is nothing wrong with people. The parents of the students are also willing to cooperate. What do you want to do?"

The man finally said loudly: "My dad is 52 years old, and he will retire in two years. He doesn't know what will happen to him after this fall. What will he do then? What do you think?"

Listening to the roar inside, Yan Jin took out a cigarette from his pocket with his slender fingers, and smoked it unhurriedly for himself.He completely ignored the four big characters "No Smoking" hanging above his head right now.He took a deep breath and exhaled some snare smoke rings, which were very dazzling in the 08:30 morning sun.

Before he finished half a cigarette, his homeroom teacher, Mr. Yang, came out.

"Hey? I said, are you really big-hearted or short-sighted? The math teacher is still lying in the hospital with a splint. I asked you to come to the office. Did I let you listen to the training or let you come to play? Already?" Yang Wenbo slightly squinted his eyes hidden behind the glasses, searched around him, and finally landed on the cigarette that was slightly held between the young man's slender fingers: "Little bastard, put out the cigarette for me!"

"Mother Yang, I'm just thinking about being bored, why haven't they come out yet?" He put out his cigarette butt on the tiled wall behind, and the tile was scorched with black marks.

"Hiss..." Yang Wenbo felt sorry for the porcelain plate that was scalded by Yan Jin, and said angrily: "Who is it? Well, you won't be in class next week."

Yan Jin waved her hands with a smile: "It doesn't matter, it's not that I want to study anyway..."

Yan Donghai happened to come out of the office, and he was thinking about how to solve this crap, when he heard his bastard son whose head was kicked by a donkey say to his class teacher with a playful smile on his face. I don't want to read," she immediately grabbed Yan Jin's shoulder, intending to slap him awake.

Yan Jin caught a glimpse of Yan Donghai coming out of the office door, and stepped aside, the playful smile on his face was gone.He said coldly: "Don't touch me." He said and knocked off the hand on his shoulder.

"I did something wrong with Hong Shifeng's matter, but he was the one who brought it up to my mother first. You can handle it yourself..." He sneered and turned back to the classroom of Class [-] and [-] of Senior High.

Yang Wenbo watched Yan Donghai's face turn from blue to white, and then from white to black again, he was speechless.

Hong Shifeng is a math teacher in the second (fifth) year of high school. He is old but he has not been teaching here for a long time. He used to teach in Xiu'an No. [-] Middle School, and he was transferred here the year before last.If he has any good skills, it is not good at teaching, but he is good at putting on airs and teasing people.But it may be that he didn't go out after watching the almanac on the day of his tenure, so the school sent a second and fifth class to teach him.In this school, the students who do not do well in the fifth class every year are like special products. This is the case every time, and this year is especially prominent.And one of the biggest exotic flowers among the specialties of Class [-] and [-] in high school is Yan Jin.

Yan Jin can't tell from his appearance that he has such a great ability, but he has a handsome skin among many high school students.He is kind to almost everyone—except Yan Donghai and Hong Shifeng.

Hong Shifeng used to teach key classes in key high schools, and he taught top students who were well-behaved and obedient and worked hard. Naturally, he couldn't see these poor students who squatted in the classroom every day and waited to die.So the first thing he did when he took office was to find fault.

There are too many poor students in Class [-]. It is already difficult for others to pick higher ones from among the dwarfs. It is not easy for Hong Shifeng to pick the worse ones from a group of poor students.

"Students with a score below 90, please stand up..." After the words fell, almost the whole class stood up.Hong Shifeng frowned, and squeezed out the word "Chuan" between his brows.

"Okay, let me see if the score is below 60." Then there was another "swipe" hand.

Hong Shifeng suppressed his anger and said: "The bottom ten stand up for me!" Several students stood up righteously, with the meaning of heroic sacrifice. "You, just you, how many points did you score in the last math test?" A strong and honest student said honestly: "44 points." Hong Shifeng nodded to another boy, thinking that 44 points is the bottom line.Before he finished thinking about it, the boy who was pointed lazily replied as if he hadn't woken up: "Me? I have 36 points."

Hong Shifeng took a deep breath and finally calmed down: "Is there any lower one?"

"Yes, I have 27 points."

Hong Shifeng couldn't hold back anymore, he drank three sips of his wolfberry health-preserving clear fire tea, and made up his mind to fix this little bastard who scored 27 points in the test.

This little bastard is Yan Jin.

From then on, every math class Hong Shifeng would point to Yan Jin to answer questions.In the beginning, Yan Jin still said "no" to him kindly, but after a long time, Yan Jin thought that he was farting, that he should sleep and play.When he is in a good mood, he will give him an answer in passing.

I don't know when Hong Shifeng became addicted to lighting in class or the teacher's sense of responsibility reached the peak, he pestered Yan Jin more and more courageously.Sometimes when it happened that he was sleeping when he was called, he would wake him up angrily and tell him to roll outside the classroom to cool off.The next day, I ordered Yan Jin as usual, which was more punctual than the weather forecast.

Yan Jin was not angry when she was woken up, she stood outside with an honest face, and continued to doze off.As the days went by, he became familiar with the grade leader and the teachers of this grade who often walked up and down the corridor.

Originally, it was fine for them to live in peace like this, and it was only three years in total.

But the bad thing was that one time when Hong Shifeng was "educating" Yan Jin as usual, he accidentally "educated" Yan Jin's mother.

Yan Jin's mother is the only rebel in him, and everyone in the school knows it.

As for why they knew, it was from the time when several classmates scolded each other, they sincerely greeted each other's mothers, and even Yan Jin, who was watching them with a smile on his side, also "take care" of them.

Yan Jin's expression changed on the spot, and he grabbed the other party's collar directly on the playground and beat him up in groups: he beat a group of people by himself.This matter was quickly spread to the whole school.After Yan Jin was called away by the director of academic affairs, she confessed what happened without any concealment, and got a [-]-word self-criticism that was punished and reviewed in public at the weekly meeting.

Hong Shifeng was not affected by Yan Jin's livid face at all, and he continued to talk continuously—until he heard a voice that was not loud and had a boy's unaltered voice: "Have you said enough? I'll leave when I've said enough." gone."

Hong Shifeng had never seen such a big storm in his life, and at this moment, he was embarrassed by a little student, and immediately became angry from embarrassment, and wanted to go forward to teach this little brat who knows nothing about heights and big eyes.It's just that when the heart flutters, the feet are unstable.I stepped on the pen that someone dropped, broke my hand immediately, and was sent to the hospital. The resignation letter has already been handed in.

The school attaches great importance to this abominable matter, and has held several large and small meetings for him, but it has not been settled yet.But the math class of class [-] can't be empty, so the math class of class [-] is replaced by the class teacher of class [-].

After a week of being tortured by the "wonderful flowers" of Class [-], the head teacher of Class [-] who was forced to take the top bag finally couldn't stand it anymore, and directly suggested to Yang Wenbo to dig some teachers in that corner to teach them.

Yang Wenbo was also in a difficult situation, but he couldn't bear the hard work of the head teacher of Class [-]. He tried every means and painstakingly to dig out a few math intern teachers from the university, and planned to let them take up the post at the end of September.

And Yan Jin got her wish and received a big demerit and a one-month morning meeting for self-criticism.

And he himself is not unhappy.

The author has something to say: New pits for old texts!

The writing is very white and the plot is bloody, there is always an old-fashioned flavor, the little angels who can't stand it don't have to force themselves~

Ah Jin is so good, please turn right~~

[The next book is about the big dude and the little prince~Poke into the column to receive the duck~]

The emperor of the dynasty had a young son who was useless, and instead of staying in the deep palace compound to learn some tricks of the emperor's tactics, he decided to go to the desolate frontier to serve as a general guarding the frontier.

The emperor was determined to bring back his crooked son so that he could appreciate the prosperity of the capital, so he handed him over to Lu Pingchuan who had lived on the emperor's food since he was a child.

On the first day Cheng Xu was taken to Pingchuan Mansion, Lu Pingchuan took him to a teahouse;

On the second day after Cheng Xu was taken to Pingchuan Mansion, Lu Pingchuan took him to listen to Liyuan;

On the third day after Cheng Xu was taken to Pingchuan Mansion, Lu Pingchuan took him to bet on a cockfight.

Cheng Xu, who hadn't touched a sharp knife for three days, couldn't hold back anymore, got up in the middle of the night and stood in the courtyard brandishing a knife and a gun.

And Lu Pingchuan, who had been hiding for three days, sat on the eaves of his house with a jug of wine at some point, and commented: "A second-rate apprentice—didn't live.

Cheng Xu just concentrated on training indifferently, unilaterally thinking that Lu Pingchuan was really the type who couldn't eat grapes and said grapes were sour, until...he accidentally saw a battle flag hidden in Lu Pingchuan's wine cellar.

Since then, when Lu Pingchuan was talking and laughing happily with the opera actors in Liyuan, Cheng Xu stood beside him with a gun in his hand and listened;

When Lu Pingchuan was strolling around the teahouse and listening to the storyteller tell the story of the Three Customs of Beimo, Cheng Xu sat on the stool holding a gun and watched;

When Lu Pingchuan was in a hurry to go to the toilet, Cheng Xu was holding a gun... squatting on the wall and guarding.

Lu Pingchuan finally couldn't bear it anymore: "What do you want?" Cheng Xu looked up at him: "I want you to teach me martial arts."

Lu Pingchuan nodded, holding a broken fan against his jawbone: "How do you know I know martial arts? This king is the number one dandy in the capital's capital. If you follow me to learn martial arts, wouldn't you be rushing to the doctor in a hurry?"

Cheng Xu looked at him seriously, still holding the gun in his hand: "You are not, you have a different temperament."

Lu Pingchuan wanted to know what he would say, and asked curiously, "What?"

"Chivalrous."

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Lu Pingchuan, the peerless dandy who every household in the capital took out as a villain, won a troupe in the upper reaches and a brothel in the lower.

No one knows what he experienced in those few years in Beimo, and no one knows that he was once a lone hero who beheaded an owl with a single sword, and also had a young man who was willing to be kind and enmity.

The second-rate dandy is now eating and waiting to die, the little prince (crazy) x dedicated to learning martial arts, little burden (stupid)

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