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At that time, he was able to experience the fun of the game.

He had to admit that before this, he was simply being played by Chaozi and was playing games with his life.

Chaoyuan, never lose!

After memorizing the words, Chen Yuan and Xia Xinyu went out together. On the way, they met Yuzi, whose leg injury seemed to have completely healed and whose movements were quite flexible. Yuzi did not bear grudges and was still very close to the two of them. He happily ate the two meat buns that Chen Yuan bought for him.

When Xia Xinyu saw this scene, she was a little surprised. After all, according to Chen Yuan's living standard, after the nutrients of these two buns were given to Yuzi, at the end of the month, he would be the one who lacked the nutrients of these two buns...

In fact, Chen Yuan thought about just keeping it at home, feeding it with dog food, which wouldn't cost much money. But considering the landlord, the neighbors (downstairs), and the fact that he didn't have time to take walks, he had to give up and just raise it outdoors.

Wait until there is a chance to buy a big house that can keep a dog, then we'll talk about it.

After realizing that they had spent a little too long with the dog, the two hurriedly boarded the bus in order to catch up with morning self-study.

7:35, 10 minutes before morning self-study.

Most of the students in the class have already arrived, and Tang Siwen has sat down early, eating buns while doing his homework.

Seeing Chen Yuan coming in, she called out to him, "Chen Yuan."

"What's the matter?" Chen Yuan looked at Baozi.

Oh no, look at Tang Siwen.

Tang Siwen's hand holding the bun slightly retracted, then he pointed at one of the main competition questions given by Lao Mo and asked: "I've been working on this for a long time, but I haven't made it yet. Can you do it?"

Chen Yuan looked in the direction of her finger, and found that there was a goose yellow progress bar on that question, which was about 52%.

To be honest, this question is extremely difficult, and Chen Yuan hasn’t solved it yet, so he also finds it very tricky.

So, I fell into thought.

At this time, Tang Siwen saw a square-faced, serious man standing behind Chen Yuan. She was about to call him Teacher Mo, but Chen Yuan seemed to be explaining a question to her, so she didn't say anything and waited quietly for Chen Yuan to start.

The other students in the class also saw Lao Mo and they all gasped, including those who were doing their homework.

But fortunately, Chen Yuan hasn't seen it yet. He is now using his own strength to attract Lao Mo's attention.

"This is such a stupid question. It's so confusing."

Everyone was shocked.

Don't say bad words, Chen Yuan!

Holding his chin, Chen Yuan said seriously: "In fact, you have done 52% right."

“I feel like I’ve accomplished half of it.”

Tang Siwen nodded, but did not complain as Chen Yuan had expected - why was the progress so precise?

Because her complaints are different from those of ordinary people.

"What do you think?" Chen Yuan asked.

"I'm going to take the derivative of this first..."

"Don't do this." Seeing that the progress bar even went back a little, Chen Yuan shook his head in denial.

Haha, this kid reacts pretty quickly.

Know that doing this here is going to get complicated.

Is he...really talented?

Lao Mo, who was standing behind Chen Yuan, was very surprised, because this kind of question was indeed difficult, and students like Tang Siwen would be stuck, but Chen Yuan could point out the problem at a glance.

So, what will he do?

"Have you tried the auxiliary line?" Chen Yuan asked again.

"Try it, go this way and that way..." After Tang Siwen tried, Chen Yuan kept shaking his head. It was not until she extended an auxiliary line outside the geometric figure that Chen Yuan nodded, "OK, you can do it now."

Sixty-two percent.

"I already know how to do it?" Tang Siwen was surprised.

I don't know how.

At this time, Lao Mo casually added a stroke on the side, and the progress soared to seventy-five!

"Yeah, you're very smart..." Chen Yuan was stunned halfway through his sentence.

One of her hands was holding the bun, and the other hand was on the exercise paper. So whose hand was used to draw this auxiliary line? !

Slowly, he turned his head, saw a very close face, and then said on the spot: "Ah!"

"Am I that scary? Why are you screaming?" Lao Mo's ears were shocked by this kid.

"Hello teacher."

Shit, did I just say shit?

Also, Tang Siwen, you are deliberately harming me!

He was behind you, didn't you warn me? Damn you, you deserve to die!

"I can do it." Tang Siwen suddenly realized, and then looked at Chen Yuan with an expression of approval.

"If you can solve this problem, it means you can solve most of the difficult questions in the competition."

Although he said this verbally, Lao Mo was actually a little uncertain about Chen Yuan's strength in his heart.

Maybe he can really win the award?

Moreover, he not only knows how to do it, but can also deconstruct the problem, as if he can see the progress and know clearly which step he has completed.

If he has this ability, it means that in his mind, the question has already been broken down into clear pieces.

Logically speaking...

He can get points on any question.

Of course, it’s just getting points.

But it has only been a short time since it happened and it has come to this point. Perhaps it is not entirely the credit of that girl from No. 4 Middle School.

His own talent is also amazing.

Recently, English teacher Liu Xin also said that Chen Yuan performed very well and got full marks in dictation.

But why?

When he was a freshman in high school, he was just as worthless as Zhou Yu.

Am I really wrong? Positive early love can really inspire people to make progress?

Not recommended, not recommended.

In order to uphold his own principles, Lao Mo once again classified Chen Yuan's case into a category that cannot be extended or generalized.

Others still can’t fall in love.

"Go back, why are you still standing here?" Lao Mo asked.

"Ah good."

Chen Yuan nodded, and before leaving, he stared at Tang Siwen to express his dissatisfaction with this boy.

Fortunately, I brushed my teeth carefully today, so my mouth was very clean. I just said shit, otherwise if it were my usual self...

Lao Mo will hear the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers.

The teacher who set the question, your mother [beep——], you [beep——] I really [beep——]

But why did Lao Mo come to class so early?

Because Lao Mo arrived in class early, everyone was seated five minutes before class started and even the sound of chatting died down.

"The school's annual basketball class game is here."

As soon as Lao Mo finished speaking, there was a cry of wailing in the class.

Zhou Fu, the new transfer, was puzzled and asked, "Isn't a basketball game a good opportunity to show off and win the hearts of girls? Why are you all so... depressed?"

Until Zhou Yu slowly turned his head and looked at her, he explained with a dark face: "What if, it was because of being exposed?"

Chapter 112: Superboy's Basketball

Lao Mo clearly felt that the boys in the class were afraid of fighting, not because they disliked the sport.

After all, what high school student has no interest in basketball?

Moreover, because the students in this class have relatively poor academic performance, according to the stereotype, they should love playing basketball more and play better than others.

It’s just that I did have some responsibility last year. My luck in the draw was not very good and I got the runner-up in the school in the first round.

Then in that game, Class 18 was beaten badly, with the score difference exceeding thirty.

Although the classes had not been divided at that time, most of the people participating in the competition in the class were still these people, so it is understandable that the haze could not be dispelled.

Although Lao Mo is an avid score-only person, he likes playing basketball, so he won't just fool around with the excuse that playing basketball won't add any extra points to the college entrance examination.

After coughing twice to moisten his throat, Lao Mo, as the class teacher, said without emotion: "The school requires that every class must participate. Even if we are in Class 15 and can't get five boys in the starting lineup, we will still go. So, our class must do our best this time. Don't you guys like playing basketball? I've seen it too, and you're quite good at it, so we must not only go this time, but also strive to be in the top eight."

Xiahai City is a big basketball city, and the high school basketball league is very high. Therefore, the higher authorities require that each school should hold its own basketball class competition to select athletes.

This is a teaching indicator, and Lao Mo should take it seriously both emotionally and logically.

But these boys...

"Why aren't you talking? Why haven't you signed up?"

Lao Mo doesn’t understand. If he doesn’t have confidence in taking exams, why doesn’t he have confidence in playing basketball?

"Teacher." Class monitor Zhang Chao couldn't help but ask, "Can you tell us first, how is the fortune?"

This also immediately expressed the thoughts of the boys in the class.

Is it that we don’t want to fight?

There are twenty-six classes in the school, and you matched the runner-up to us in one go!

It would be easy for the runner-up to beat anyone before the final. Could that be our problem?