Xiao Yingying walked off the podium, walked over each child's desk like a king patrol mountain, and looked at the needle on his wrist and said, "I'll give you five minutes, now five minutes are coming."
"It's done, teacher." Aqiang raised his hand.
Finished? Did you do it wrong? Xiao Yingying narrowed her eyes and walked towards Aqiang, but she didn't even look at the answer written by Aqiang, and said, "Since you made it first, you can write your answer on the blackboard."
It embarrasses your student to grandma's house. Xiao Yingying thought fiercely.
Aqiang stood up. Behind him, the little girl Meng Chencheng gave him a thumbs up to encourage him. Aqiang touched the heavy glasses on his nose, thinking in his heart that he didn't expect that one day he would become good friends with the little girl in his uncle's family.
"Can't you do it?" Xiao Yingying whispered something to Aqiang when she saw that Aqiang was not moving.
Aqiang shook his head and walked onto the podium.
Looking at the child's stubborn and stubborn back, Xiao Yingying thought of the shadow that seemed to be Ning Yunxi inside, and the anger came up again.
Famous schools are famous schools, and third-rate schools are third-rate schools. What is Ning Yunxi doing? Do you really think that every school can transform into a famous school? What is the meaning of the existence of such a famous school? What is the meaning of people pursuing famous schools? Ning Yunxi is doing it nonsense, destroying the perfect order at this stage.
The teachers in the back row who were not as much as Xiao Yingying thought, all their eyes fell on Aqiang's hand holding chalk. A Qiang's arithmetic announcement was written by Aqiang on the blackboard.
"Hey, this kid seems to have solved it." A teacher realized something when Aqiang started writing and said.
Aqiang wrote very smoothly, without any hesitation at all, and was obviously confident. However, it was not as high-profile as Jia Jia. So Xiao Yingying didn't notice it at first and regarded the teacher's words as wind in her ears. Only when more teachers started talking about it, Xiao Yingying was shocked and suddenly turned around.
On the blackboard, Aqiang finished writing the answer, put down the chalk and turned around, and said to her: "I'm done, teacher."
Without Jia Jia's arrogant tone, there are rows of neat and clean mathematical arithmetic formulas behind her. Xiao Yingying suddenly felt a little illusory. Who is this boy?
Unlike students from prestigious schools, who can solve such difficult questions? Isn’t it nonsense?
"He did it right." Before Xiao Yingying could react, the other teachers who were listening to the class had already smiled and wanted to give Aqiang a thumbs up. Teachers from other schools felt this especially. After all, such math problems are also very difficult in the Affiliated Primary School of the First Normal University or the Experimental Primary School.
Teacher Mu couldn't help but applaud the students in his school. He was looked at by the two school leaders around him and hurriedly put away his hands.
Teacher Zeng's eyes fell on Aqiang's unstunning face and swallowed a huge saliva: When did the students in his school have undergone earth-shaking changes?
"I just said that Principal Ning's students must not be underestimated!" Principal Dong said with a smile.
"Yes." Principal Luo nodded like alike. He seemed to be careless about the impact of the teachers in his school.
Chapter completed!