All-round mathematician

Chapter 105 High School Class Three Come On
(Some people may think that this paragraph is in the second grade. When I was in the third year of high school, after the bell rang, the math teacher would be 3 minutes late before class, and asked the class monitor to lead the students. Everyone should close their eyes. Be sure to close your eyes and sing "True Heroes". I remember a few paragraphs in the lyrics, grasping every minute of life, no one can succeed casually. I thought it was funny at first, but after a month, I got used to numbness. After three months, those 1 minutes are a spiritual experience Baptism. Be strong, struggle, strive.)
Ten minutes before class in the afternoon, the school radio was turned on.

This time it is not the hydrology of the school's students, and the news is directly released by the supreme leader Qu Mengxiu.

"Hey... hello, students, I received good news this morning. Three students from our school have entered the five-category training list for the Olympiad. Gu Changfeng, class three and three - Informatics Olympiad, congratulations to the above three students. This is a new milestone for our school. Since our school was founded 20 years ago, we have worked hard and the teachers are diligent..."

Qu Mengxiu was still touting his achievements and entered into a routine.The students below have long since lost interest in listening, and have acquired the automatic shielding skills long ago.

In the big list, three of them are from the third class of senior high school.As soon as the news was released, the whole school became a sensation.

The students in the class immediately fried the pot, and they were proud of each other.

"Our class three and three are about to go to heaven. The school has been established for 20 years. I heard that only two of them have entered the national team training camp."

"So, the routine that one generation is not as good as one generation is nonsense."

"Yang Fan, come on."

"Ye Haoran, come on."

"Gu Changfeng, come on."

Yang Fan glanced at Gu Changfeng, who was expressionless and couldn't see any surprise.

Yes, at his level, high school informatics is not a problem at all.

Gu Changfeng, a dead house, has sharpened his sword for ten years. He has been exposed to games, red and white machines, arcade machines, and mobile games since he was in the third grade of elementary school.

In those years, the most distinctive feature of the game industry was the island country.In order to understand the dialogue of the characters in the game, etc., he also taught himself the island language.

Classic ones such as Heartbeat Memories, Last Line, Stinky Operations and so on.Yang Fan's road to the island country was poisoned by this buddy.

After middle school, he also worked part-time as a Chinese translator for the island country and made a lot of money.

After high school, the road was a little bit off, and the arts and sciences were a mess, but in the field of computers, he was far behind his classmates, and the high school teachers couldn't teach him anything.In the hacker world, fame is even more widespread.

The reason why he is willing to expose his technology this time is naturally because of family pressure.The homework is too poor, and the class is always at the bottom of the class, even the hot-blooded boy Yuan Wenbo is not as good.

He had to explain to his parents that he had taken a shortcut in order to get into a prestigious school.

"Gu Changfeng, good job."

"Awesome, our class is going to heaven."

"Students, be quiet." The class leader Zeng Sisi yelled, suppressing the chaotic words of a group of students. She had received the news from the head teacher half an hour ago, but she just held back and didn't say anything.

The squad leader had something to say, and no one dared to make trouble.This is her natural aura.

Zeng Sisi glanced at the three of them, smiled and said, "Please stand in front of the podium, three students."

The three people who were named were at a loss, but they had to obey.

Yang Fan is standing in the middle, Ye Haoran is on the left, and Gu Changfeng is on the right.

Yang Fan, the aloof male god, felt that it was too embarrassing to stand solemnly in front of his classmates, and supported one shoulder with both elbows.

"Leave a souvenir and take a photo." The big squad leader smiled happily. This is a collective honor.

The students were taken aback, giggled for a while, took out their smart phones, and there was a sound of shutters.

After taking the photos, monitor Zeng Da enthusiastically shouted: "Remember the students, the three in front of you are the most outstanding group of our peers in the country. The three of them have already walked ahead of us. We must always Follow them, watch them, don't get thrown off by them."

"Yang Fan, he messes around all day long, but I noticed that his energy was never distracted during class, and he wished to treat one class as ten."

"Ye Haoran, he doesn't talk much. His reputation as a science genius resounds throughout the high school. He can study for three days and three nights for a single problem. Gu Changfeng, who has thick glasses and dies, but only a few people know that he is the one who maintains the computer room in the school. , The campus official website pages are all set by him.”

"Success is no fluke. They are working hard and struggling where we can't see it.

"The three of them had dinner with us and did a question together. They didn't have superhuman powers, and they lived by our side. The three of them are not perfect, they all have various shortcomings, and they often even have middle school two. move."

"Don't envy them. We haven't succeeded because we haven't worked hard enough."

"One year later, when the winter vacation is approaching, when the classmates come to you, the winners will already have the title of a famous school, and the losers will be silently in a daze in the corner."

"Work hard, students, even for the next class reunion, you can raise your head and say loudly that your university is not very good. After three years, five years, ten years, only the most outstanding students will be left. The few people in the group are showing off to each other. The losers have long since disappeared into the sky."

"Half a year, use the remaining half year of your life to exchange the opportunities of your entire life. There is no better investment than this. We are still high school students, and there is such a big distance between us and our classmates. Compared with people, the distance will be as far as the sky."

The voice of the head monitor echoed in the quiet classroom.

The road of life needs a mentor.Zeng Sisi understands the pressure of the third year of high school, some people will give up on themselves, some people will be fearless
The third year of high school is the most important turning point in life. One step up may not be heaven.Down, must be standing still.

Hearing what the head monitor said, Yang Fan was filled with emotion, and couldn't help saying: "Students, students from prestigious schools do not necessarily have to succeed, and high school students don't necessarily have to fail. There is a word called the right to choose. When you enter a college, you will have more choices." Chance."

"In the future, I can choose to do an internship in a large company or start a business. As for high school students, obviously, they can only choose one of the two. When the number of choices becomes less and less, the road ahead becomes narrower and narrower. This is what people It is often said that class is solidified. Please work hard...to keep up."

Squad leader Zeng looked at every student below, not expecting everyone to listen to it, as long as there is one, it is a success.

Clapping her hands twice, Zeng Sisi attracted everyone's attention and said, "Okay, I've had the chicken soup too, if you listen to it or not, put it aside."

"As the students of the three of them, our third and third classes are a whole, let us congratulate the three in front of us, and shout after me: Yang Fan, come on."

"Yang Fan, come on."

"Ye Haoran, come on."

"Ye Haoran, come on."

"Gu Changfeng, come on."

"Gu Changfeng, come on."

After a masculine female voice, nearly 40 people shouted in unison.

They are young, they are full of vigor, and they are at the inflection point of the road of life.

"Grade Three, Class Three, come on."

"Grade Three, Class Three, come on."

The sound resounded through the middle school and rushed out of Wuzhou. In the future, it will definitely shake the world.

"come on, come on, come on."

(End of this chapter)