Chapter 413 The "non-human" in the class

Author: Snow Yinghong Plum

Chapter 413 The "non-human" in the class

The son followed his ex-husband back to the village, and the house became empty again. At this time, Cao Xiaohui looked haggard, her skin was no longer shining and her eyes became more and more obvious. The most fatal insomnia, her hair fell one after another, and all kinds of discomforts suddenly appeared like mushrooms after a rain.

She sat on the leather sofa, took out a box of women's cigarettes from the drawer of the coffee table, and pulled out one and held it in her mouth without being very skillful. During this period, the pressure became more and more intense, and she learned to smoke.

In the past, her ex-husband Fang Yi smoked, and the house was filled with ashes and the smell of smoke oil ran around. She was very angry. Now she also learned to smoke. She sucked one at night without insomnia, one at night when she was worried, one at recalling the past, one at regret, one at regret, one at fear, one at anger... Slowly one at a time became two, two at a time became five...

But she didn't want her son to see her smoking. When her son came home on weekends, she smelled the smoke and asked. She would explain that a colleague came to her home to smoke. She didn't want Fang Yi to see her appearance, nor did she dare to go back to her hometown to visit her parents, for fear that her image as a "successful person" would collapse.

I had a headache when I thought too much, and the car could not fall back and could only continue to push forward. Cao Xiaohui's heart was not much less depressed than her boss. Who said she was the company's property director?

She leaned on the sofa and recalled the past. Maybe this is fate. For her, who has a weak fate, maybe the plainness is the truth. Slowly, her eyes became wet, and slowly two lines of hot tears passed through her face and fell on the leather sofa.

"Xiaozhi, how are you studying recently?" Fang Yi asked while driving.

"It's okay, Dad, you don't know how many 'non-human's' there are in our class..." Fang Anzhi said with wide eyes.

"What? Not human, your school still wants to raise mules and horses?" Fang Yi looked at Fang Anzhi in surprise.

"No, I'm talking about non-human beings. I'm a few students who are very good at studying. I didn't see them in class. They also participated in various interest groups after learning.

But no matter how hard I tried, I took the weekend and couldn't surpass them. Every time I took the exam, they were wandering around the top three miles. Do you think it was annoying? Our classmates all said that they only took the exam and won every exam," Fang Anzhi said.

"There is still such a thing?" Fang Yi was also confused. Although he had heard of such a jealous talent, he had never encountered it before. He did not expect his son to encounter it.

"The most annoying thing is that the first person in our class took the math class and slept all day long, and the math teacher didn't dare to care about it." Fang Anzhi said.

"Why?" Fang Yi asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Because the teacher knows it, he knows it almost, and he can do the questions that the teacher doesn't know. The teacher is most afraid of him asking questions." Fang Anzhi laughed.

"Genius?!" Fang Yi exclaimed.

"That's not. I asked him privately why he was so awesome. He missed the master when he saw that he couldn't fight with him. You said right!" Fang Anzhi said with a smile.

"Well, this is right, humility makes people improve. Then why is he so awesome?" Fang Yi said.

"He said that our math teachers' knowledge system is too old, and many things have been lagging behind long ago, but the teacher doesn't update it, so it won't work. It's like a computer. The program needs to be patched from time to time, or updated, and knowledge must be updated.

My classmate had participated in the international mathematics competition before and won the award, which was "snatched" by Experimental Middle School. It is said that his father also studied mathematics, and later under economic pressure, he had to change careers in computer programming.

His uncle also studied mathematics. Later, he went to Meiliguo and worked as a mathematics professor at Ivy League University. He went to his uncle's house as soon as he was on vacation. He liked to see his uncle and a group of people from A Sanguo and other countries studying mathematical problems. It can be said that he grew up in mathematical formulas since he was a child.

With this environment, how can he be bad at math? I can't catch up with him even if I shoot him!" Fang Anzhi envied.

"Then is his other subjects good?" Fang Yi said intimately: My son is right. It's really not good to update knowledge without keeping pace with the times. Take the law as an example. If there are so many laws and regulations every year, how can you do it well without studying?

"He is also better in English than his teachers because he often goes abroad. Where is the environment? Learning English in China is for exams, and he learns English for use.

Let me put it this way, he can teach me mathematics in English, but our English teachers can't teach it, and even the mathematics teachers can't do it." Fang Anzhi said.

"You have to think so. No matter how awesome the English teacher is, she is not a math. If you get a sixth grade elementary school question for her, she will still be confused, let alone explain it in English.

As for a math teacher, it’s right that he is a math teacher, but he is not good at English and may have never been abroad in his life. If you ask him to use English to teach you math, isn’t it difficult for others to do it?

You said I was right?" Fang Yi thought for a while.

"Well, it seems that this is the reason. But my classmate's Chinese grades are not as good as mine, especially when writing essays, he thinks that it is not called essays, and that is not called essays. Hahaha... I think he can't eat grapes and say that grapes are sour. Maybe he just step on it!" Fang Anzhi smiled.

"What your classmate said is not necessarily wrong. I have a college classmate. When that guy was in junior high school, his compositions were a model for the whole school and were often used as a model essay. He was also included in some must-read writing for middle school students. He has published them in newspapers and has won awards.

Later, I graduated from college and had a relatively idle job. I saw my colleagues writing novels online and I felt that my writing skills should be better than my colleagues. So I also used a pseudonym to start writing novels and submitting them to the editor. What do you think the editor said?" Fang Yi glanced at his son Fang Anzhi and asked.

"I will definitely praise him for his good writing skills." Fang Anzhi said.

"Editor's reply: The temple is small and I can't afford to raise a great god. Please go to the Children's Publishing House to try it." Fang Yi laughed.

"Why?" Fang Anzhi looked at his father with a confused look.

"Yes, why? My classmate asked the editor so much, but the editor ignored him.

Later, he read the novel he wrote for his colleagues. The explanation given to him was that the novel was for the general public, and it should be based on life, higher than life, and had a true feeling. If you really can't write about things like cities and reality, you can open your brains to write fantasy or fairy tales, and science fiction. He wrote novels according to the routines he had when he was in school, and it was fake at first glance, which was boring. It was simply insulting the word "novel" and insulting the IQ of the masses." Fang Yi said.

"So what we write is called 'composition', which is for exams. Those old scholars can just look good, mainly to get high scores. They cannot be read as novels." Fang Anzhi smiled and said.

Fang Yi was stunned: "Well, what you said makes sense. Children can teach you! When you come to your hometown, don't run around. There are many wild animals on the mountain now. If he hurts you, no one will care about it. If you hurt it, you will be fined. Be careful!"

"Don't worry! I'll follow my grandfather, that's right." Fang Anzhi smiled.
Chapter completed!