Don't underestimate the poor and elderly; I was thrilled to refuse the class beauty's adva

When Zhang Yifan hung up the phone, Tian Jun's last words, "You really are only eighteen years old," were still echoing in his mind.

He chuckled at his phone screen, thinking to himself, "If you knew I had a system inside me, you'd probably fly over overnight and send me to the research institute."

But that's not something he should be worrying about right now.

He believes that rice will be on the right track.

He put his phone on the bedside table, and the electronic speaker in his head started playing.

【Ding--】

[Congratulations, host, on completing the task: Give Tian Jun good advice.]

[Task Evaluation: Good heavens!!! The system simply can't believe it!!! Mr. Tian, ​​a highly respected 96-year-old who has retired from public life and lived in seclusion overseas for many years, actually received a suggestion from a scrap collector that left him speechless for several seconds!]

[Mission Reward: IQ +10]

[Distributing...]

Zhang Yifan held his pen, waiting.

Several seconds passed, and nothing happened.

He looked down at the test paper on the table; the numbers were still the same numbers, and the letters were still the same letters.

IQ +10? That's it!?

He picked up his pen, found a math test paper, and flipped to the last big question.

That was a challenging derivative problem. The problem had three lines and included a parametric inequality. Normally, it would take him at least two minutes to figure out how to solve such a problem.

But this time is different.

His gaze swept over the question, and it was as if a light suddenly flashed in his mind.

A completely new solution came to mind.

He wrote rapidly on the draft paper, and by the third line, his hand speed could barely keep up with his brain speed.

When I got to the last step, the result was a perfectly round number.

He put down his pen and stared at the number for several seconds.

correct.

Moreover, this solution should not be found in the standard answer.

He leaned back in his chair, his heart beating a little fast.

At his score level, raising it by even one point is incredibly difficult.

He scored 691 in the last joint exam, winning by one point over Shen Zhiyi.

Suddenly, the light in his mind shone brightly, allowing him to see ideas he couldn't see before and come up with solutions he couldn't think of before.

It's not the kind of progress you can achieve by doing more practice tests; it's a change in how you perceive the questions.

He thought that Shen Zhiyi probably didn't know that she was about to face an opponent with ten points of increased intelligence.

......

The last day before the college entrance examination.

Fu Kai stood on the podium. He hadn't brought any lesson plans or practice papers today; he just stood there.

With both hands supporting him on the edge of the lectern, he scanned each student in the first row by the window, one by one.

Forty-two students, forty-two faces.

Some students' school uniform collars were faded from washing, and others had worn-out threads showing on their sleeves.

Three years ago, when these children walked into this classroom, their school uniforms were brand new, with no frayed threads on the cuffs and no indelible pen marks on the collars.

Now their school uniforms are all worn out, and it's time for them to leave.

Everyone has a bluish shadow under their eyes, varying in shade, but everyone has it.

Fu Kai opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found his throat was a little tight.

The classroom was extremely quiet; even the boys who usually loved to chat were silent.

Only the fan was spinning on the ceiling, making a buzzing sound.

Fu Kai spoke up.

"The college entrance exam is tomorrow."

He paused for a moment.

He says these four words every three years.

"You are the eighth graduating class I have taught. Every time I say these four words, I feel the same way."

It's not nervousness, it's reluctance to part.

Don't laugh, I really can't bear to part with it.

Even though you eat snacks in class, secretly play on your phones, pass notes during evening self-study, and play cards during lunch break... I know all of this.

I just didn't say it, not that I didn't see it.

Someone in the back row laughed, a very soft laugh, then stopped laughing after a couple of times, because they realized that the person next to them wasn't laughing along.

"But I also know that you go to the classroom at six in the morning to memorize your lessons and stay up until eleven at night to do practice problems under the desk lamp."

Some people have worn out their English vocabulary handbooks, some have been doing math tests until 1 a.m., some have filled two thick stacks of physics error notebooks, and some, in order to save time, don't go back to their dorms at noon, but just sleep for ten minutes on their desks before getting up to do more practice problems.

I didn't witness these things firsthand, but I know about them.

"Because I've been teaching for over twenty years, I can see the path every senior high school student has walked with my eyes closed."

A girl in the last row lowered her head and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

Her deskmate reached out and placed his hand on her knee, patting it gently.

"The teacher has already shared everything he can with you without reservation."

All the formulas, all the methods, all the techniques, all the test-taking strategies...

For the past three years, I've explained it again and again, and you've practiced it again and again.

Tomorrow, bring these things into the examination room.

But after the exam, you will have new teachers, new classmates, new textbooks, and a new life.

In those new lives, I am not included.

He paused again and scanned the students below the stage.

"That's normal; teachers are for saying goodbye to."

Someone in the audience sniffed.

Fu Kai turned around, picked up the chalk, and wrote four characters on the blackboard.

The sound of chalk rubbing against the blackboard was particularly clear in the quiet classroom, each stroke executed with such force that chalk dust fell in a flurry.

After he finished writing, he didn't turn around immediately. Instead, he stared at the words on the blackboard for a long time, as if confirming what he had taught over the past three years, or as if checking a test paper that was about to be handed in for the last time.

Then he turned around.

"A resounding victory."

His voice suddenly rose, as if he had been suppressed for three years and could finally speak openly and freely today.

"When you enter the examination room tomorrow, remember these four words."

The 42 students in Class 9 of Senior 3 at No. 1 High School are all flags, and every flag must fly high for me.

I don't expect everyone to get first place, but I do expect everyone to live up to the effort they've put in over the past three years.

If you've done it, then my teaching wasn't in vain.

He threw the chalk back into the chalk bin and patted the chalk dust off his hands.

"get out of class dismissed."

No one moved.

Then the girl in the first row by the window stood up, tears still in her eyes: "Thank you, teacher."

Several boys in the back row stood up at the same time.

Then the whole class stood up, and all eyes fell on the middle-aged man on the podium wearing a gray shirt with chalk dust on his cuffs.

They bowed.

There was no rehearsal, no one gave commands, but everyone bent down at the same moment, as if they had rehearsed a thousand times.

Then they went up to the podium one by one.

Some people shook hands with Fu Kai, some patted him on the shoulder, some stuffed cards with the names of all the students written on them into his hand, and some turned their faces away when they hugged him, not wanting the teacher to see their reddened eyes.

Fu Kai patted them on the back one by one.

He said "Do well on the exam" for every pat, repeating it forty-two times.

When Zongwen hugged Fu Kai, he accidentally knocked the teacher's glasses askew. He took a step back and looked at Fu Kai, who reached out and straightened his glasses, saying, "Stop writing off-topic essays."

Zong Wen chuckled twice, and as he laughed, his eyes reddened.

Zhang Yifan was the last one to go up.

He stopped in front of Fu Kai, who looked at the student who had caused him three years of worry.

No, for a whole year he didn't worry much about Zhang Yifan, because Zhang Yifan spent that whole year pursuing Lin Wanqing, and his grades dropped from first to third in the grade.

Back then, Fu Kai would stare at the ceiling every night, worrying that the child was doomed.

Now this child is standing in front of him, first in the grade, beat Shen Zhiyi in the joint entrance exam, and is guaranteed admission to Tsinghua or Peking University.

"Teacher Fu."

"Um."

"thank you."

Fu Kai slapped Zhang Yifan hard on the shoulder, harder than ever before.

"Don't thank me, you're one of the best students I've ever taught. Not the best academically, but..."

He thought about it.

"Getting better is the fastest thing to do. You have no idea how happy I am to see you go from that state back to the state you are now."

Zhang Yifan didn't speak, he just looked at Fu Kai.

He looked at his homeroom teacher, who had taught him for three years, and at his somewhat graying hair from working day and night.

He stepped forward and hugged Fu Kai.

It was short, but very powerful.

I will do well on the exam.

"I know."

Zhang Yifan released his grip, turned around, and walked off the stage.

He passed Lin Wanqing's table on his way back to his seat.

Their eyes met for a fleeting moment, and then he walked away.

Lin Wanqing sat in a spot against the wall.

She had been staring at Zhang Yifan ever since.

Watching him laugh and talk with his classmates, watching him walk up to the podium and hug Fu Kai, watching his gaze linger on her for less than half a second before looking away as he walked past her.

He walked to the last row by the window, the direction she used to disdain even looking at.

The top student in the grade is sitting in that direction right now, surrounded by everyone, chased by the school beauty, and praised by the teachers.

That person once belonged to her.

She can order this person around, make him run errands, throw tantrums in front of him, and trample his sincerity on the ground repeatedly.

At that time, she felt that she had plenty of resources and choices.

Now she has nothing left.

She lowered her head and looked at the college entrance examination commitment letter spread out in front of her. It had the signatures of every classmate. Zhang Yifan's name was on the top row, while her name was in the middle, buried among forty-odd names, and she couldn't find it at all.

Her finger lightly traced the name, and she suddenly realized that the distance between her and Zhang Yifan had changed from several rows of desks to an entire road.

He was in front, she was behind.

He was shining, she was in the shadows.

Tomorrow is the college entrance exam, and he and she will have nothing to do with each other anymore...