With You - Chapter 29

(No.150—No.157)

No.150

The afternoon class is all math.

Because Zhang Feng had a bad cold during the mid-term examination, we missed four math classes in our class, which were all made up for these two days. Now I feel very sick when I see the function.

I finally understood a little bit about the mystery of the set, and the course began to enter the function stage. After I digested the concepts of collection, union, and mutual exclusion, I was able to avoid the “obvious traps” on the test paper. Huai said), Zhang Feng has already talked about logarithmic functions.

Where did the exponential function go? Facial paralysis Zhang Feng, did you kill them while I was in a daze in class? !

Zhang Feng galloped away in a carriage full of logs and f(x), and I was crying and chasing behind me wearing slippers.

Facing my collapse, Yu Huai said lightly: “If you don’t understand the exponential function, there is no way to learn the logarithmic function well. They are inherently inverse functions to each other… This is not strictly speaking, but you can understand it this way. , Anyway, if you don’t understand the exponential function, I think you can forget about the logarithmic function.”

“Excuse me, are you euphemistically telling me that I can die?”

Yu Huai nodded: “It can be understood that way.”

I was incredibly tired.

After Chen Xuejun’s story ended, our relationship returned to normal, at least in Yu Huai’s eyes—my grades are as bad as ever, and his grades are as good as ever; we still sit at the same table and he still treats me A small part of the time to help, most of the time to fall into trouble.

Nothing has changed.

To me, it was like some thoughts died silently.

It’s like a person walking through the desert, always believing that he will not die because he holds the last pot of water in his hand. As long as he thinks about this, he can endure the irritation in his throat, take one step forward, and take another step forward.

Then suddenly it was discovered that the pot was leaking and it was already empty.

No.151

If my problem can be classified as too turbulent inner drama, then β’s dilemma is all action drama.

When school was over, I simply ran to find me to ride home with me. I said I had to be on duty and asked her why she didn’t go together today. The simple expression was a bit embarrassing and she said that she was called to talk by Zhang Ping.

“Didn’t you talk about it last night?” I wondered, “β said yesterday that she was going to choke fate.”

“I didn’t hold it last night,” shook her head briefly. “She didn’t find a chance. Later, Zhang Ping was pestered by several parents and talked until the gate. She couldn’t get a word beside her. Today she wanted to Those who have been fooled have been pretending to be okay all day.”

I thought about the performance of β today.

“Still very acting.” I affirmed.

“Unexpectedly, Zhang Ping still found her. She wanted to be beautiful. How could Zhang Ping let her go? The parents called her last night, but her parents didn’t come.”

“Zhang Ping called her parents?”

“So our comrade Zhang is still very kind. I heard from Xu Yanliang that Zhang Ping intends to talk to β first, and then decide whether to call her parents or not. Otherwise, β will probably be beaten to α tonight. ”

While we were talking, Yu Huai had already packed his schoolbags and turned and hurried away.

“Where to go, today your team is on duty!” Xu Yanliang noticed it sharply, and shouted from behind.

“I have a class to take, Geng Geng will do my share, we’re done!”

Yu Huai also yelled back, and many of the classmates who hadn’t left in the second half of the classroom paid attention to me.

“When will you tell me!” I blushed slightly.

“Now! Give a little understanding!” He had disappeared outside the door.

Xu Yanliang looked at me and sighed for a while and said: “Family members can indeed take the place of duty.”

Staring at the direction of Yu Huai’s disappearance for a while, he turned his head and asked me: “Is Yu Huai going to make up classes?”

I opened my mouth and didn’t know how to answer, because I didn’t know either.

“They are going to participate in the league. If they do well, they have a chance to be sent.”

“You can be taken in the first year of high school?!” Simple exclaimed, turning to look at Han Xu’s already empty seat.

“What do you think? People are different from us.”

It was Zhu Yao who was sitting in front of me.

No.152

Strangely speaking, we have a good relationship with Xu Yanliang, Simple, β and even Han Xu in the next group, but we rarely talk to Zhu Yao and Zheng Yamin who are sitting in the front row. Zheng Yamin is a very silent boy with dark skin and a body similar to Xu Yanliang, similar to a gasoline tank, but not as flexible as Xu Yanliang. Yu Huai once said that if he had good eyesight, he would definitely beg Zhang Ping to move him forward.

“Zheng Yamin is like a mountain. Fortunately, I am tall.”

“The upper body is longer.” I corrected honestly.

If Zheng Yamin’s silence is due to his character, Zhu Yao’s silence is because of cherishing time. She studies very hard. She has always skipped classes in sports, art, and music classes, and she has been sitting in her seat to recite vocabulary when get out of class is over. I have personally seen Zhu Yao throw the finished apple core directly on the ground because he concentrates on doing the problem and is too lazy to get up and throw the trash.

I also thought about learning with her as a benchmark. Zhu Yao couldn’t get up and I didn’t get up, and I was urinating urgency. The result was not unexpected-she was fifth in our class when she found out the exam, and third in the midterm exam this time.

And I almost bottomed out both times.

At the beginning, Zhu Yao and Yu Huai will discuss the exercises. Zhu Yao asks Yu Huai for physics and mathematics because “he is a contest student”; and Yu Huai often treats English and Chinese as “unreasonable”. Leave the exercises to Zhu Yao for help. Zhu Yao’s basic English skills are very solid. She can speak out those uncommon phrases and weird prepositions. She will not be like our confused English teacher. The mode of explaining multiple choice questions is the same every time.

“The A, C, and D options of this question are wrong at first glance, so choose B. Does anyone have a problem?”

“Teacher, I didn’t understand.”

“Why don’t you understand? I ask you, where is A, C, and D right?”

“do not know……”

“If you don’t know, it’s wrong. If it’s wrong, choose the right one. Of course, choose B. Are there any questions?”

Every time at this time, Yu Huai would take a private glance at the Bai English teacher and stretch his arms to poke Zhu Yao.

However, this kind of comrade-in-arms relationship stopped at the mid-term exam.

Because Yu Huai’s mid-term English score is three points higher than Zhu Yao.

From then on, whenever Yu Huai had English questions that he didn’t understand, Zhu Yao’s feedback was: “I don’t know. Your English is so much better than me, so you still ask me? What if I told you wrong?”

After repeating this two or three times, Yu Huai never took the initiative to speak to Zhu Yao. He would still help answer the science questions that Zhu Yao asked, but he would go straight to Han Xu for English questions, and even ran upstairs to ask Lin Yang.

The answers Lin Yang gave him were mostly two words.

“intuition.”

“Lin Yang may have been a dog in his previous life.” Yu Huai said to me seriously.

Unlike Yu Huai’s disdain for Zhu Yao, I can slightly understand the other’s cautiousness. This kind of petty style is certainly not polite, but it is also because of inner fear. Zhu Yao may be just another me, a harder and smarter person, but he is not a little bit behind Yu Huai, Lin Yang, and Han Xu.

It’s all in my heart.

No.153

“That’s not right, I remember Han Xu told me before, isn’t it a matter of high school to be sent?” Simply grabbed Zhu Yao and asked.

“The league doesn’t limit the age, do you know that the junior class?” Zhu Yao didn’t have so much scruples when speaking with students of our level, and said hard, “Why can’t I participate in the first year of high school? Just let them and the students of high school Competition. After two years of training, it’s generally difficult to get a good ranking. Even if there is a chance to pass, it is not a very good school, so you don’t know.”

“Then why are you still participating?”

Zhu Yao glanced briefly with her mentally retarded eyes:

“Practicing hands. Hit the big luck. Anyway, no loss.”

The Yu Huai and Han Xu described by Zhu Yao are like planets moving on another orbit. I have not caught up with the wagon of logarithmic functions. They have revolved in their logic for centuries.

After Zhu Yao finished speaking, she picked up her schoolbag and left.

Simple and I stood foolishly for a while, until I simply jumped up: “Eh? Didn’t your team clean up today? Why did she leave!”

“It’s not the first time,” I shrugged. “It’s useless for Zhang Ping to talk to her. She said that coming to school is for studying, and no one can force her to do extra things. What can you do? See her parents for this kind of thing?”

Simply grinning: “Then I will help you.”

I smiled gratefully at the simple, but did not refuse.

I think that simple students and I are really good kids-it’s just that we are all better at the “unimportant” aspects.

No.154

When I got home, I found out that it was my dad who was cooking in the kitchen today. Xiao Lin Fan told me that today because a junior high school student had a collective food poisoning at noon, Aunt Qi and the others would not come back until late after working overtime.

We were talking, the kitchen door opened, and my dad came out and saw me, he was a little embarrassed.

Hehe, this attitude is right.

“I’m back? Take off your school uniform, wash your hands, and have dinner right away.”

I held back a smile and nodded coldly, with the usual expression of a lonely and injured girl from a single-parent family.

My dad was even more embarrassed, and quickly retracted his head and went into the kitchen.

Xiao Lin Fan was lying on the coffee table in the living room doing homework, and blinked at me, bewildered me.

“Sister,” he lowered his voice, and said to me mysteriously, “When Uncle Geng picked me up from school, I told him that you only came back late yesterday and came home crying.”

Then, he made an “Ok” gesture at me.

Where and where?

He saw that I hadn’t learned my knowledge yet, and a little impatiently added: “Did you not take the exam? Then he would not dare to scold you!”

I laughed twice, and nodded gratefully to him: “Thank you…”

“You’re welcome,” he waved his hand. “We just got results, and I didn’t pass the exam.”

Then stared at me with piercing eyes.

I couldn’t laugh or cry, so I just waved awe-inspiringly: “Wrap around me, sister covers you.”

Xiao Lin Fan nodded with satisfaction.

I knew that this third grade bear kid was not as good as I thought.

No.155

After dinner, Kobayashi was doing homework in his room, and I spread out “Queen Xiong” and began to remember the exponential function that passed me with difficulty.

Yu Huai said that if I can consistently test poorly, sooner or later I will get used to it.

But I don’t want to get used to it.

When he shouted to Zhang Feng for the thin-skinned me, “Teacher, I don’t understand you to repeat it, okay?”, I once felt a sense of dependence, as if those layers of undisassembled function symbols, The small slider on the **** with always zero friction, the chemical substance that dissolves in water for a while and does not dissolve in water for a while and makes people wonder what it wants to do. One day, I will be able to solve it in front of him, and I will take it with me. See clearly the mystery behind each textbook.

Just like when I was a child, I often went to the rental bookstore near my home to rent a Doraemon (Later I learned that it was called Doraemon), and even watched the Doraemon and Cosmic cats painted by Fujiko Fujio. I think I will marry Doraemon one day, and every day before and after school, I check if my drawer is connected to the time machine.

Part of the dream has been realized.

I mean, I became Nobita.

Nobita buried his zero-score test in the ground with tears every day.

I thought the person next to me was a Doraemon, but he told me today that you don’t even understand the exponential function, so let’s forget the logarithmic function.

Everyone can only rely on themselves. My Doraemon is about to sit on a time machine called the Olympic League and go back to the 22nd century.

No.156

I knew that my dad would come in, and he would definitely bring a glass of milk.

He has no other tricks. He is one of the most popular tricks. The milk cup is just like his microphone. From the time when I didn’t bring the brushes for art classes in the first grade of elementary school, my dad was trained to look like a grandson by the acrid class teacher. He used to hold a glass of milk as an opening speech I’m talking. The white and moist cylinder is like his exclusive microphone, which can slowly express all his principles.

Thinking about it, my dad has never been angry with me. I haven’t even seen how my dad gets angry. Maybe because my mother is in the state of a fire-breathing dragon all year round, my dad has become a silent Wudalianchi.

The exponential function in the exercise book is like a bear and a child, both big and small, holding a hydrogen balloon in the upper right corner, screaming in front of my eyes. I was very annoyed, and when I looked up at my dad, I was vicious.

I knew I was ignorant. Generally, parents should be heartbroken with the report card at this time. I am afraid they are beginning to suspect that they and their wife are actually close relatives. How can someone like my dad knock on the door with milk for ten years.

“Thank you Dad.” I held back for a long time before saying this.

I can’t hold my breath without him.

I shouldn’t be able to hold my breath either-he put the milk aside, and stood silent for two minutes, like an electric wave that never goes away.

“Geng Geng, it was my father who was wrong yesterday. It was quite sudden. I didn’t expect your mother was also in a meeting. I really rushed to go together.”

“I know,” I replied boringly, “Who holds the parent conference?”

My dad has nothing to say for a while.

If I were him, I would have nothing to say-what should I say? Say you shouldn’t let Aunt Qi go to the meeting? But what is wrong with Aunt Qi? Is it wrong that she is an outsider? Was it wrong that she didn’t give birth to me? Or is it wrong that I didn’t do well in the exam myself, and I was angry at being exposed to an outsider?

But this outsider has done well enough, and I have no reason to be critical, let alone make my dad come and apologize to me.

I was too screwed. This kind of grudge is really annoying.

Why did I become so annoying.

Whether it’s Yu Huai’s business or everything else.

My dad sat on the bed, silently watching me do the problem. I couldn’t do it, and didn’t want to expose myself in front of him as stupid as I know nothing, so I kept scribbling on the calculation paper.

I wrote the calculations of addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division within a hundred, and two graphs of linear functions were added, which seemed to be connected with a few **** and unreasonable auxiliary lines, which were drawn like the inner loop line.

My dad finally couldn’t help but cough.

“Geng Geng, what is your painting, nothing is right.”

I immediately turned my head and glared at my dad.

Just before I spoke, the phone rang suddenly. Since Aunt Qi and Xiao Linfan moved in, my mother has never called the landline at home again.

I reached out and wanted to press the speakerphone for a long-lost meeting of three people.

My dad took the phone, pressed the call button, and walked out of my room while answering.

I threw all the primary functions drawn as inner loops into paper **** and threw them into the trash can. After thinking about it, I pulled out the math textbook from my schoolbag.

No.157

Since the day I went to high school, I was frightened by students like Yu Huai. He laughed at me covering the book cover and copying the concept definitions in the book. Naturally, I no longer dared to learn in the “formalistic” way in his eyes. The result of overcorrecting is that I bought all the exercise books commonly used by their smart students. Although none of them were cleaned up, I also discarded the textbooks decently.

Whether it’s useful or not, at least when the exercise books are spread out on the table, I look the same as Yu Huai. Any concealment of one’s clumsiness is meaningless, but the most important.

I turned the still new textbook to the sections on exponential functions, and began to derive various theorems carefully based on the steps in the book. Although it was a bit slower, at least the writing was smooth, and the anxiety of “nothing” gradually disappeared. As I wrote, when I no longer rely on the hints in the book and deduce a few theorems by myself, a little joy rose in my heart.

In fact, I understand that the sea tactics have their own joys. Really, at any rate, I used to be considered a half-good student. Even if I sit there and untie the earphone cable for ten minutes, as long as it goes smoothly, it can make people happy. What’s more, it’s a problem. The sense of satisfaction and accomplishment is nothing else. Can bring.

The difference may be that there are fewer math problems that can bring me satisfaction.

A long time later, I still remember that night, I was studying math books without any self-esteem or evasiveness under the lamp. Strange to say, that kind of feeling is something I have never experienced before, like a warm rain in my heart in a deep winter night, but there is no sound of rain.

As I solved the problem smoothly, my extra energy drifted in another direction.

God is fair? I am so much stupid than Yu Huai. Is this life destined to live better without him? Then I thought, there is still such a thing as luck in the world.

My dad walked into the room, put the phone on my desk, and sat down by the window. I was writing about Xing, although I was a little curious about what he would say, but I didn’t look at him either.

“Geng Geng, your mother and I studied your transcript. Both of us think you should focus on the three subjects of mathematics, Chinese and foreign language. The grades in the first grade are almost okay. In the second year of high school, we still study. Text it.”

It’s like a doctor’s critical illness notification. You can eat whatever you want, learn whatever you want, and take the test if you want.

I did not look up with a “hmm” cry.

Who told me “Don’t study liberal arts” in class before? Who said “seriously, don’t study liberal arts” to me?

Who am I saying “Well, I don’t study literature” again?

Let’s fly separately, let alone we are not the same forest birds.