The Demon Monk System from Another World, but I didn't travel through time.

Chapter 64 Since you asked the question sincerely

Liao Xiumei always keeps a clear separation between her workplace and her bedroom.

This is because work is inherently tiring.

She doesn't want to be affected by work during her few rest times.

At this time, the pile of papers in front of her had all been corrected.

The scores of these students are also recorded in the school's worksheets.

Liao Xiumei took Zhang Wuyong's paper and looked at it again.

In fact, the reason she called Zhang Wuyong was because she had some doubts about the authenticity of the test paper.

During this period, Zhang Wuyong often came to ask her for advice, and she was very sure that the child had indeed made great progress in mathematics.

But it was still hard for her to believe that the score had been raised to this level.

In particular, he actually managed to answer the last fill-in-the-blank question.

As for plagiarism, she knew very well that the answer to this question could not be copied at all.

I'm afraid Zhang Wuyong is the only one in the whole school who can do this.

This is not to say that top students like Zhao Yutong and Yao Xueqin cannot do it, but that they will give up after studying it for three or four minutes at most.

I will never waste my time on questions that have low scores but are extremely difficult.

As for searching questions on a mobile phone, that is also unlikely.

This question is not only difficult, but also of a very rare type.

Although similar questions have indeed been asked before, the numbers in this question have been changed, and the answer cannot be found in various question-searching software.

She called Zhang Wuyong just to confirm.

The moment he told her his entire idea for solving the problem, she knew that he had definitely figured it out himself.

Liao Xiumei raised her hand and rubbed her eyebrows.

This child... is unexpectedly outstanding!
She had seen boys whose high school grades improved explosively before.

But it only broke out in the second semester of her senior year, and this was the first time she had encountered it.

For a moment, she even doubted whether it was really her who taught him after countless months of hands-on instruction.

But it was just a dream.

Liao Xiumei was under a lot of pressure at this time.

The grades have been corrected, and Zhao Yutong's performance is as stable as ever, so she doesn't need to worry.

Yao Xueqin, who was only slightly worse than Zhao Yutong before, performed poorly and only scored more than 110 points on this test paper, which was completely inconsistent with Yao Xueqin's past results.

The closer we get to the college entrance exam, the greater the pressure and the more unstable our performance becomes?

If that's the case, then we're in trouble.

And that Jing Lei...what's wrong with this kid?

It is necessary to have a good talk with her parents!
As the head teacher of the senior high school Hongzhi class, Liao Xiumei is under tremendous pressure.

After all, No. 2 Middle School is not No. 1 Middle School, and the children in the key classes of No. 1 Middle School probably don’t need teachers to take care of them at all.

After working overtime and correcting these papers, she really wanted to go to the bedroom to relieve her stress.

Especially after this phone call, that sunny and handsome face wearing glasses seemed to appear directly in front of her, and she couldn't get rid of it.

Liao Xiumei warned herself that she must not go on like that again.

That was her student. How could she take advantage of her own student?

She gritted her teeth, steadfast in her faith, and refused to let her imagination run wild.

She wanted to continue working, but the papers had been graded, and now she didn't want to touch work anymore.

In particular, some students in the class made mistakes that were so stupid that they made her want to die.

It was because she had a better temper now. If it were before, she would have wanted to catch them in front of her and scold them bitterly.

She should find something else to do instead of being idle. So she went to take a shower, changed into a nightgown, and lay on the bed, watching some old but classic romance movies.

Halfway through the shower, a figure slipped out, went to the bedroom, opened the cabinet, took something, and returned to the bathroom.

Her faith in the Tao is indeed firm.

Unfortunately, the other party is invisible and intangible, and is an evil demon who disturbs the mind of Tao.

So it's not her fault!
……

Zhang Wuyong got out of the elevator, but did not go home.

Instead, he walked towards the house opposite.

I rang the doorbell and the door opened quickly.

Zhao Yutong had obviously taken a shower and changed into pajamas.

"Eat ice cream!" Zhang Wuyong opened the bag.

"It's still so cold, why are you going to buy ice cream?" Zhao Yutong picked in the bag for a while.

Chocolate-crusted… strawberry… corn popsicles… boxed ice cream… coffee popsicles…

I watched her picking and choosing and then started to hesitate.

Zhang Wuyong was well prepared. He took out the most expensive box of matcha ice cream and stuffed it into her hand.

Zhao Yutong took it and didn't have to choose anymore.

"Aunt Zhu, have some ice cream!" Zhang Wuyong said to Aunt Zhu who was walking out from the balcony.

Zhu Yuwen smiled and said, "I won't eat it. It's still too cold."

"Put this bag here!" Zhang Wuyong took the whole bag of ice cream to their refrigerator, opened the freezer door, and put it in.

Then, he took out a chocolate chip popsicle and closed the refrigerator door.

Turning around, I looked at Zhao Yutong who took out a small spoon and scooped up the matcha ice cream one spoonful at a time: "Teacher Liao called me earlier, and I asked her about your grades."

"Really?" Zhao Yutong raised her head. "I think my score should be around 142, right?"

Zhang Wuyong was surprised: "It's exactly 142. You really predicted it exactly right?"

Zhao Yutong narrowed her eyes slightly with a smile in her eyes. She didn't know whether it was because of the sweet food in her mouth that made her feel sweet, or because of the compliment.

"Do you know how many points I got in the math test this time?" Zhang Wuyong puffed out his chest proudly.

Zhao Yutong scooped up the ice cream and turned around: "Mom! We don't have to wear school uniform tomorrow, Saturday."

"Then let me help you wash this off first." Zhu Yuwen said.

Zhang Wuyong followed behind Zhao Yutong: "I was a little surprised myself. I suspect that Teacher Liao initially thought I plagiarized, so that's why he called me."

Zhao Yutong walked towards her bedroom: "Although you just finished the exam, you still have to go to school tomorrow, Saturday. Didn't your class get new papers tonight? Have you finished your homework?"

Zhang Wuyong followed her into her bedroom: "How about you give me a guess? I see you're quite good at guessing, maybe you can figure it out."

"The ice cream in your hand is almost melting, why don't you eat it quickly? Don't talk!"

"From Mr. Liao's tone, it seems I was the only one who answered the last fill-in-the-blank question. However, I didn't have time to do the last two questions. It's a pity. I originally thought I would do worse on the test, but I didn't expect that score."

"It's not even hot yet, why are there mosquitoes? Mom, where are our electric mosquito coils?"

"Tongtong, just ask, ask."

"Okay, okay, how did you do on the math test?"

"Since you asked sincerely, I will mercifully..."

"Oh, I remember now. Last year I put the electric mosquito repellent in..."

"116! I got 116 points this time."

"Not bad! Awesome!"

In the living room, Zhu Yuwen shook her head in amusement... these two kids!

(End of this chapter)