Bamboo horse and the sky fell HE

"It's mainly because of simplicity." Wen Yu didn't lift his head.

"..."

On the same math paper, Fu Yuhan spent 10 minutes doing two big questions, Wen Yu was almost done, and then the person said, "It's too easy".

Fu Yuhan asked seriously: "Are you looking for a fight?"

Wen Yu burst into laughter and said, "Are you going to make an appointment to 'fight' at the same time and place again?"

He was still writing with his eyes fixed on the paper, and the corners of his eyes curled up slightly with a smile.Fu Yuhan looked at it, and suddenly sighed: "Really, you don't look so annoying if you don't talk."

"Then you still hate me, I think it's more interesting that you hate me."

While talking, Wen Yu wrote the last question.He paused briefly, and slowly turned the pen between his fingers around, and then began to write the formula.

Fu Yuhan looked at the last question for 10 minutes in the early morning, but he didn't have any idea. Seeing Wen Yu's speed, he couldn't help feeling envious.

"Is the last question easy?" He said softly.

"Well, I changed the way of thinking a little bit for the question type I practiced last week, and it's not bad." Wen Yu raised his eyelids and glanced at him, "Can't you do it?"

"..." Fu Yuhan paused, "No."

"It's not that I can't tell you if you beg me." Wen Yu asked with a smile, "Or did you use the opportunity of favor in the morning?"

Fu Yuhan's answer was a contemptuous "tch".

The math teacher didn't like to collect homework. The papers handed out that day would be taught in class the next day. He would only ask Wen Yu when he was crippled.

Wen Yu chuckled, "As you wish."

In less than half an hour, he finished the math paper and took out another physics paper.

Physics did it faster than math, followed by chemistry.

Fu Yuhan sat in the VIP viewing seat and watched him finish the four papers before the end of the morning self-study at a close distance. He also listened to the lecture and wrote homework in the first math class, and completed all the three days after the first class. Operation.

So strong that he lost his voice.

For the first time, Fu Yuhan had an intuitive understanding of Wen Yu's grade-level monthly exam score of 731 points.

Ever since he chatted with the art teacher that day, he had the idea of ​​picking up the textbook again, and at this second, seeing Wen Yu finish all the homework with ease, his competitive spirit was suddenly ignited.

"I used to be excellent." Fu Yuhan looked at his half-blank math paper filled with correction notes, and thought silently, "Take your time, it's fine."

Although the scores for arts subjects are low, but if they really want to go to a good school, their grades should not be too bad, not to mention that they are still stuck in the single subjects of Chinese and English.

He wanted to do better in the exam so that he would not feel guilty when his parents asked for money.

Fu Yuhan, who only slept for more than three hours, listened to the class all morning, and wrote down all the questions he couldn't write.